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Chapter 5 

“Mr Young, How are you feeling? You were so wasted last night” Breakfast was rather awkward with Mr Young constantly sighing and by all means trying to avoid having eye contact with me. 

“Bibi,Why is daddy ignoring us?” He choked on his soup and stared at me wide-eyed. 

“Oh my God, Are you Okay?” I passed him the tissues which he took from my outstretched hand and wiped the mess he created. 

My attention shifted back to Bibi who was trying to sneak a toast from my plate.

“Bibi table manners!” I exclaimed in horror. 

“Here, have some water” I passed the glass full of water to Mr Young whose face is red like a tomato. 

“I think you should stop drinking, Whiskey is not good for your health Mr young” 

“I know, I assure you it's not a daily occurrence” He smirked a little, the shade of his face returning to normal. 

“Why did you leave early yesterday? I searched for you” I asked, thinking back to last night where I had searched him thoroughly after the gig. 

“I wasn't feeling well so I returned earlier than I planned” he said, picking his toast and breaking it into pieces. 

“Will you come next weekend?” My enthusiasm doesn't match with his hangover head early in the morning. Mr young looked like he would rather talk to the house lizards than answer my questions. 

“I don't think that's a good idea Chloe” 

He said finally, looking over to where I sat. His skin paled in the streak of sunlight and pink full lips outshine with drops of water he just drank. 

“And I also think we should stop having breakfast and dinner together” That made me snap my head out of my mind, it takes a moment for me to realise he had just said that. My heart sinks and any tiny hope of joy shattered like a tiny piece of delicate glasses. Of course, he would get tired of my company. In his eyes, I was just his student who lived under his roof with no parents and was abandoned by her distant aunt. 

“What about Bibi?” It was my last resort, blaming our cats, was it even ours?

“What about it?” His cold tone made me snap my gaze towards his face. He looked so cold and distant unlike the Mr Young I used to tease and make dinner plans with . 

“Wh-What if he gets hungry and then you come back late?” I sounded pathetic even to my own ears, my excuses were so lame that I wanted to smack myself. 

“You don't need to worry about Bibi, You could take care of him in your place” Again with that cold reply. 

“Ohh-Okay” 

“I’ll wash the dishes, you can go and enjoy your weekend like a normal teenager like you- usually do” He emphasizes the word 'teenager' like some sort of code for dismissing me. 

I nodded and stood up from my seat, thanking him for the breakfast although I was the one who prepared it. The door is just five foot away from me but as I approached it, I couldn't help but feel like I just lost another familiarity around me. 

Our breakfast and dinner together was what made up our relationship or was there even one? I couldn't be so sure at this point. 

“And Chloe” 

“Yes?” 

“I am changing the password, I think it's not appropriate for my student to get accessed with my place” 

“Oh, You are right” 

Mustering up the brightest smile, I plastered on my face and walked out of his huge apartment. Bibi meowed from behind me like a goodbye as if he knew his real owner was restricting me from visiting him again. My own mental thoughts made me want to squeeze the water out of my eyes. 

The whole afternoon, I spent my days writing down lyrics and crying over some sad romance 'Unforgivable'. It was a sad excuse of crying over a book when in fact I wanted to cry because of what Mr Young told me in the morning. 

When it was time for dinner, I absentmindedly rushed down to his place only to be met with an unfamiliar face and Mr Young walking out from his apartment, smiling and talking animatedly. His strong arms are placed on the back of the tall brunette who looked gobsmackingly beautiful and utterly attractive with long legs and wavy hair that fell down to her waist. 

But like the fool I am, my feet were planted right on the floor and I stared at them,ignoring the lump on my throat and waterworks that seemed to work only when Mr Young was involved. 

“Damien, Don't be ridiculous, I missed you so much” 

“Oh I am flattered, Dinner at the town?” I scoffed inwardly, still standing right in the hallways where they can see me. 

“I am fine anywhere with you” The brunette replied and they laughed. 

My feet, seemingly having a brain at last, pivoted towards my apartment but was halted by Mr Young. 

“Chloe?” I cursed under my breath, Of course he would call me like we were completely fine, as if he hadn't cancelled our future breakfast and dinner plans. 

For some unknown reason, My chin trembled and there was a golf sized lump in my throat which fought to break off from my throat. I swallowed and pretended not to hear and walked away humming tunes which I don't even recognise. 

“Who is that?” I heard her asking. 

“Oh, She's my tenant” 

“Does she have problems with hearing?” 

“Not that I know of-” I closed my door with a rather loud bang,shutting out their conversation. Why was I even listening to their conversation in the first place? Like I was forcing myself to cry willingly? 

My weekends are far from how I had anticipated, I wasn't prepared for this, breaking our daily routine that I had accustomed to for months - the only thing which I looked forward to. 

Maybe my life would always be this way, being with myself and only me, not even with Bibi to keep me entertained. I was utterly lonely and there was no one beside me, not even my English teacher at the end.