One day, I started feeling depressed...
The mood was hardly improved.
Perhaps this was a depressive phenomenon of bipolar disorder.
It probably lasts about two weeks.
I lost interest in everything.
Was I originally helpless?
Even after exercising, it did not improve.
And the day the depression lasted about 3 days
I filled my stomach with strawberries, washed my hair and washed the dishes.
After working, I felt a little better.
Now I have to repeat this life over and over again.
France came suddenly.
I served cool wine and delicious bread to the guests who came to my home.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything bad now."
We chatted. Fortunately, she was smiling.
"Now you hate me?" I asked her carefully.
I closed my eyes and waited for her reply.
But unexpectedly, she stroked my head.
Does she pity me? Probably yes.
I smiled slightly.
The past comes to mind.
I suffered and rolled on the bed.
The nightmare didn't go away, and it kept annoying me.
I want to see him... I put the blanket over and put my face on the pillow.
Only a terrible feeling continued.
The next day, the Philippines, Indonesia, and Malaysia came.
I served them delicious and cool orange juice and dried coconut cookies.
Like yesterday, we had a chat. They laughed innocently.
"It's okay ... I'm not going to behave anymore ..."
I put 4 sugar cubes in warm milk and stir.
Guilt is coming. "I'm sorry for acting arbitrary."
I bowed my head and apologized.
But the answer came back from them.
"We're okay!" (^▽^)/
The next day, Britain came.
I like him, but I didn't know how to make black tea.
I eventually served him green tea and chocolate cookies.
Thank God. He also liked green tea.
My heart was pounding and I couldn't see his eyes.
Even if the atmosphere was a little awkward, we chatted. He smiled slightly.
After chatting, I asked carefully.
"Now you hate me?"
Then he looked at me, he came close and hugged me.
Mingle-mingle, Tears formed. I endured tears.
But the tears finally flowed down.
I muttered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Still, he hugged silently and shook my back.
At the end of the tea party, I was about to pick up the last chocolate cookie,
"No way, Lady." So he stole the plate with the chocolate cookie.
Ah, I have to diet. I quietly muttered inside.
Then, he slowly approached me and kissed my forehead.
I froze in surprise. He laughed. And he stroked my head.
I also laughed eventually.
I was reminded that I was also a person.
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Book of My IDEAs : Eternal Imagins of Broken Brain
Fanfiction망가진 뇌의 영원한 상상 Tada! Introducing my OCs and Stories that contain my delusion. Caution! : I use Naver Papago Translator or Google Translator! There may be a mistranslation.