It turned out that not only was the door small, the space inside was also small, monotonous four white walls, a small brown sofa against the wall, and a wooden cabinet in the corner, there was nothing else in the locker room except for these.Colten walked towards the wooden cabinet, and took out a letter from his pocket while... A letter? He opens the cabinet, puts the letter inside, and then closes it again. Not leaving immediately, Colten leaned his head against that cabinet and sighed deeply.　　What the hell was going on here? Without waiting for me to get back to my senses, I suddenly heard Colten, who had rested his head on the door of the cupboard, mutter to himself, and although his voice was very small, I could hear it clearly, "Accept me... Accept me." Before I could think carefully about what he meant by that, Colten unexpectedly slammed his fist on the cabinet door again. Immediately after that, he held his head in his hands and roared, then quickly opened the cabinet, took

"What?" I seemed to have my tail stepped on, and without even thinking, I eagerly defended myself, "I, I didn't, I didn't stutter... I, I really..." I actually did stutter. I tried several times, but the words just stumbled out of my mouth. The more anxious I got, the more Zephyrine laughed. She didn't say anything, but reached out and took my right hand, which was hidden in my trouser pocket, out and held it. I was baffled by her actions, and since I couldn't say anything, I could only shut my mouth and watch quietly what she wanted to do. By the time I reacted, I was already ashamed of myself for throwing myself into the ring, "Last night, last night... No, the night before that I... I don't know... That... You..." As I said that, the scene of kissing Zephyrine the night before suddenly appeared in my mind, her lips, her eyes, those discordant images made my face roll hotter and hotter, it's no different from the feeling I had when I was in the third grade when I cheated on a test

Not long after, with the exhaustion of the night, I just fell asleep. What Zephyrine, Richard, at this time all can not defeat the charm of the week. Today has been a very, very chaotic day, not even that chaotic when I was alive. Sighing, I put the quilt in my hand back on the side of the bed and rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.Zephyrine wouldn't wake up until around ten o'clock, and I poured raw rice into the rice cooker to make congee as usual before sitting at the dining table and fidgeting. It feels like I'm still in a half-asleep state, like there's a lot of stuff waiting for me to think about, but I don't want to think about anything. Darting my eyes around the house, I saw that the bag that I had casually thrown on the sofa last night had fallen to the floor, and the diary had slipped out of the bag and was now strutting around. I walked over and picked it up, then remembered the man who looked like Richard again. The characters written in this diary all seemed to be

Watching the two of them bicker like this, I suddenly felt a pang in my heart. Miracle and I are the kind of people who don't like to make a lot of noise, so when she and I were together, we didn't have a single real argument like this. But not without friction, just every time in the form of a cold war against each other, do not talk to each other for several days, until the end to see who can not hold back who only playfully to the other person to raise the white flag. As I was ruminating, I turned my head to find Leslie staring at me, eyes that seemed unusually calm amidst the noise of Tanh and Miracle arguing with each other. I sighed and told her, "Don't tell them about me dying." The voice was soft, but I was sure Leslie had heard it. I silently walked into the kitchen and scooped out the porridge from the rice cooker, and then sat alone at the dining table and swallowed the tasteless, sticky liquid into my stomach one spoonful at a time. Desperately suppressing the volcano in

As Zephyrine had said, there were two women and a man in her home besides Becky, and Brylee, who I knew, was among them. Walking into the living room, I saw Becky sitting expressionlessly on the inside of the couch, and the two of us glanced at each other, neither of us speaking. Subconsciously not wanting to pay attention to the man, I averted my eyes before noticing a number of white papers that looked like they were documents of some sort on the coffee table. It seems like they were discussing something before I came here. Seeing me and Zephyrine, Brylee, who was sitting beside Becky, put down the glass of water in her hand, and she said meaningfully, ''So it's Orion...'' I told you so... Zephyrine scared me when she suddenly ran out in such a hurry." She finished with another smiling look at me, a look that was so ambiguous - the same ambiguous look she gave me on her way out in front of the radio company early this morning - that it made me uncomfortable. "You..." I'd only just