It is the last day of Oliver’s business trip so he will come back tomorrow.I am kind of impatient because Oliver didn’t message or call me for two days straight. Honestly, I am feeling a little uneasiness because of that.I grabbed the bottle of soju and drank it.The kitchen feels lonely these past few days. I am all alone, sitting and drinking this soju and I roam my eyes around to kill boredom because I just finished the last part of my story.I notice about myself when writing before I care not to my characters if wrote them with traumatic experiences. Even the end of the story is tragic because at that time I believe that if a person is suffering then it should end quickly.But now I realize that having that kind of experience is really hard to face and I felt pity for the characters I’ve made before. I am gentler towards the plot and the whole setting.I heard a few comments from my readers and that is what they are