Chapter 249

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but can we please separate for a while? I think we need some time to think about what went wrong."

My friend said to me.

"You don't understand what I mean. I don't want to break up with you. I don't think you're doing badly. Because you're already very good now, and there's no one better than you."

I looked at my friend and said.

“That’s what you don’t understand.”

My friend shook his head.

He lowered his eyes as if trying to avoid my gaze.

I noticed his avoidance and tried to get him to look me in the face, but he only hesitated for a moment before looking up at me without any hesitation in his eyes.

I was stunned for a moment, then realized that his meaning was very clear, so I let go of his hand.

"If this is your wish," I said, my lips trembling a little, and I could hardly continue, but I nodded and continued, "then I will obey your will."

I spoke to him in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

He smiled at me, but I didn't look at his face carefully.

I couldn't tell whether that smile was genuine or sarcastic, happy or sad. I couldn't even see his eyes because I kept my eyes down and didn't dare to look at him.

I was afraid of seeing the intense joy in his eyes. I would think that he wanted to leave me, wanted to get rid of me, and that he finally found the opportunity to throw away this burden of mine. I would be sad.

I still get angry.

I didn't want to do anything to upset him. But a normal person can get angry. So I separated from him for a short while, but I was watching his every move.

I installed a locator in his car. No, that car was originally my car. I bought it and gave it to him. He was willing to continue using the car, and I was very happy, so I added a lot of locators.

To show how much I value him.

Although I hope he doesn't find out, maybe if he does he will just pretend it doesn't exist. That would be best and we can live in peace.

Sometimes, I would suddenly wonder, if he finds out and doesn’t want to pretend he doesn’t exist, will he come looking for me?

That's great, we can meet again.

Will he be angry with me? That doesn't matter. I like to see his face with emotional fluctuations. That makes him look alive, like a living person, not a dead person.

Dead people are always boring, like specimens, cold, smelling of formaldehyde, sticky, and a little wet, but living people are not like that.

The living person was soft and dry, with a scent of shower gel, perhaps the scent of soap, spreading on his clothes. There seemed to be a flower in his hair, and if you smelled it closely, you could close your eyes and see a rose, a beautiful rose, as if the person in front of you was not a person, but a real flower.

That's part of the reason I like him, no one else is as pretty as him, and no one has such a nice scent, like fragrance itself.

It's funny, fragrance usually appears on girls, but he is not a girl, and the smell on him cannot be smelled if you are far away.

If you were three steps away from him, you would probably have nothing.

As for how this data came from, I tried it.

It was a very pleasant experience, but unfortunately he is not with me now. But it doesn’t matter, we will meet again sooner or later, maybe not for long.

In order to know what he is doing at all times, I made a device that can receive the sound sent back by the monitor in the shape of headphones.

But the earphones were still too big, so I shrunk them down a little bit and turned them into earrings.

The earrings are waterproof, so you can wear them even when you take a shower or wash your hair without any problems. I have tried it, so I think it is pretty good.

After that, this thing stayed on my ear 24 hours a day and I never took it off.

If one day my friend comes back and sees this and thinks it’s not very pretty, maybe I can consider taking it off, but he is not with me now.

So there is no point in thinking about this.

I need to hear him alive all the time, listen to his voice, and the sound of him doing things, so that I can stay normal.

Although normal people would not do such a thing, normal people would not comment on whether a person wears earrings or not.

If someone comments on someone else's outfit, especially if that item is as small as a grain of rice and he still thinks there is something wrong with it, then the one with the problem is himself.

I'm still normal.

Today is another very normal day.

"What is this?"

"My friend."

I put my phone away.

"What are you doing here?"

I looked at my subordinates.

"I'm sorry, but no one answered the phone, so I came here specially. Here is the document I want to give you."

My subordinate handed the things to me.

I asked him to put the things on the table and he obeyed.

I told him to leave now and he turned and left.

But before he left, he said to me, "Isn't this a bad idea?"

"What do you mean? Finding my place without my permission, or snooping on my phone? Or who told you to interfere in your boss's personal life?"

I picked up the file and looked at him.

He smiled, closed the door and left.

I thought it was a little strange, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I suddenly want to see my friend.

But he hasn't come to me yet, and I can't go to him.

But wanting to see your friends is not something that a normal person would do.

I walked around the room.

I think this is all the documentation's fault.

I dropped the papers on the floor and picked them up again.

I reluctantly sat down at the desk and processed some documents when a phone call came in. I was a little impatient and didn't want to answer the call, but when I took a look, I found that the call was from my friend.

I think I still need to answer this call.

I picked up the phone and answered it, but no one spoke on the other end. After a long silence, I almost suspected that there was no one on the other end, but I heard the sound of wind from inside.

"Your earrings don't look good. Change them next time."

My friend said to me in a very quiet voice on the phone.

As he spoke, the background noise on the phone became stronger, like a breeze that suddenly turned into a gale and rushed into my ears.

I am somewhat concerned about his safety.

"I'll change it. What kind do you like? A bigger one, a square one, a round one, or one shaped like a star. Colorful ones. I have them all. Do you want to come over and see them? Where are you now?"

I asked him.

He was silent for a while before he said to me, "I... am on the rooftop of the hotel."

"What are you doing up there? And I remember the door to the rooftop is locked. Do you have a key? Can you come down now? Or I can go up to you, how about that?"

I asked him while holding the phone.

At the same time I turned on the surveillance video.

I found that the camera was indeed placed at a very high place, but the position was not right.

Has he discovered it?

So is he pretending not to know or is he trying to test me?

I suddenly felt that maybe I would feel better if he told me straight out loud, because then I would know what to say.

Now I don’t know what to do.

Neither the doctor nor the teacher taught me this.

"Then come find me now."

He sent me a location.

The call was disconnected.

I called again and he answered.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go up right now, but don't hang up the phone, okay?"

I asked him.

He was silent for a long time, sighed, and felt helpless.

"Whatever you like."

He said to me in that helpless voice.

I rubbed my nose and opened the door to go out.

Every time I hear him speak in that voice, I kind of want to do something.

Although I didn't know what to do better, my ears felt a little strange. I rubbed my ears again, and it felt like a little bug was crawling into my brain.

I rushed as fast as I could to the rooftop I knew where I was, and I thought I would see him there, but he wasn't there.

"Where are you now?"

I picked up the gift I gave him from the ground. It was a small gem-like thing that could be hung on the chest, put in the pocket, or stuck on the head if he didn't mind.

This thing contains a pinhole camera, which ensures that I know what he is doing at all times, while ensuring that I cannot see him without clothes because this thing is hidden inside his clothes.

If he took off his clothes, this thing would not be visible to him.

That's the theory, but sometimes there are surprises.

But I have to make it clear that I have no interest in the way he looks in the shower. Because I know he will be unhappy. I don't want to do anything to make him unhappy unless he wants to chase me away.

That's another matter.

Did he really know?

I put the thing in my pocket and asked him where it was.

"I'm right next to you. If you jump you'll see me. I thought about saying that."

My friend answered me.

"So do you want me to jump down and come to you now? I don't mind jumping right now. I really want to see you, please, let me see you."

I said to him.

"It's very windy over there, are you on the edge?"

My friend asked me in a tone that was as salty and light as the sea breeze.

I put my ear to the receiver of the phone and licked my lips with the tip of my tongue, but it didn't ease my bad feeling.

What does that feel like?

It was like someone had grabbed me by the neck and I had to breathe through a straw.

It was like someone was holding a feather around my throat and not allowing me to move.

It was like red blood sprayed all over my head and face. I couldn't open my eyes. My nose was full of the smell of blood, and my mouth had a salty taste.

It tasted so weird that my teeth fell out.