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In a dark room with the curtains closed, the only light comes from the TV.
Exhausted from just gathering the trash, unable to take it out, a mountain of garbage bags has formed.
It's been a while since I quit my job without telling my parents because I couldn't fit in at the company. I have no energy to look for a new job, and I can't even look at job listings when I think of the workplace.
As I lay on the bed, the intercom rang. When I looked at the monitor from a distance... the childhood neighbor, my childhood friend whom I still love, was on the screen.
What!? What should I do? He's here...
Did my parents ask him to come? Should I pretend I'm not home? But I want to see him...
I slowly approached the front door, and when I checked my reflection in the mirror, it was terrible. A worn-out old shirt and messy hair.
Even though I tried to comb my hair with my hands, it was useless, and I hated myself, but my feet naturally moved towards the front door.
"H-H-Hi th-there! L-L-Long t-time n-no s-see, n-n-neighbor... D-Did m-my p-p-parents a-ask you t-to c-come? S-S-Sorry f-for the t-t-trouble... As y-you c-can s-see, I h-haven't b-been a-able t-to g-go t-to w-work..."
"I q-q-quit, ha-ha-haha... W-Well, it's r-rude t-to t-talk wh-while st-standing, s-so c-come on in."
I'm such an idiot! Letting him into this dirty house! But, oh... I don't want him to leave...
"S-Sorry f-for the m-m-mess, I've b-been w-watching the a-anime w-we used t-to w-watch t-together, n-n-nostalgic, r-right?"
My congenital stutter worsened, and I rambled on with whatever words came to mind.
Please stay a little longer... If you're here, I can do anything...
crimson fox
tawny basin
