Negative -Girls: To Live And Die - Chapter 34

Monday. 5 AM. I’m standing in the lobby of Sunshine Apartment longer than I had expected, doubting Mei would come. My legs are tired. I could sit on one of the white couches in here–but I’m afraid that could lead to trouble. The moment I felt comfortable with these yamns, I would fall asleep. And I don’t think anyone will try to wake me up. Mei, of course, wouldn’t ever even dream of touching me.

Where is she?

I even wear a dark blue sport jacket to make her more comfortable seeing me.

Judging by her sickness, the possibility she would not appear is high. In our last encounter we made a deal. A simple version of a contract–promise.

If you’re wondering, the fuck is this deal I’m talking about and when did we make it–then fuck you. I don’t know. If I have to guess, the deal probably formed when Mei visited my home to talk about her problem. It was two days ago. But here’s the thing, I was out of it. One second Mei was stuttering to let out her heavy heart, the next second I was lying on my bed.

Fortunely, Sohee sent me a message, asking questions that eventually hinted me enough to deduce that something had happened.

Our deal is simple. I will walk Mei to school and back home. Mei has to come to my study session.

I ask Sohee again what Mei had said (before I went to another world) and if not for the blind crush for me, Sohee gives me the benefit of the doubt and narrates the whole scene back.

I didn’t read her six paragraphs but only the ‘so in summary, someone bad has eyes on Mei.’

Well, that’s enough to make me read the whole paragraphs.

I giggled some while reading it.

Mei doesn’t have a stalker or a simple bad guy on her but a kidnapper.

And the fact that she doesn’t want the police to do something with that is quite a comedy.

Sohee just told me that Mei has some history with them. Enough to teach her not to trust them.

A promise, huh.

I wouldn’t be afraid to break it. I don’t see why we should, so let’s keep it together. For now.

I give up and sit and think about how humans love food but would die for pleasure.

The couch is heating up. I take back my words when I said the couch would rock me to sleep. It’s not that comfortable. But if we’re talking about the one in Reconcile Room is a different story, because, like a romantic partner, not every mattress is the same. I rate this couch 6/10.

But that’s all right though, in this position, I can watch some beautiful women walking out with happy and sad expressions. Everybody had their own day.

Men? Yeah, I don’t talk much about them. What do you want to know about other male anyway? They do exist, of course. I like to think about women(teenage girl) the most.

All right, let’s change a bit. I look at the counter. There, a man with a heavy eyes and thinks life is useless and death is better. Which is wrong and true. I think living is great! When you died you can’t watch porn, that’s for sure.

The headphoned janitor pushing a trolley of plastic bags. There! A man who enjoys life, music is fun. But he’s too deep indulging in his music–in life, and would soon fell in despair. Which is great, despair is awesome. Despair is justice.

“Sun, Sunbae?”

Girl! A girl! Oh god, how can I live without them.

Mei is wearing a biggest hoodie she can ever wear, almost to replace her thick blanket. She feel safe in there so I can’t say much. I would like to see her reaction if I am to tear all her clothe open here.

I’m Immortal. And I’m not that good of a person who can(prefers to) restrain himself. I’m immortal.

Go away.

Shit, I blanked out again.

“Sorry,” I say after the look of scared and confusion from Mei. It’s cold, her hand is trembling like crazy.

I stand up.

And over the fragile girl, a woman with angry green eyes is rushing to us. Tammy.

Mei turns around, glad and worried I assume.

Tammy put her fists on the side of her hips as if she’s a cartoon character but it’s happening now. “Mei, I have think about this. But, are you really sure about this?” She begins.

“Sis,” Mei heave in breathe, “we–we had this conversation for many times already.”

“But I want to make sure you’re sure of yourself.”

“I am.”

“But maybe you’re not thinking straight. I don’t see why you have to follow this plan.”

Mei voice is louder and tighter, “I can handle this, Sister Tammy. I can…”it trails to doubt but she quickly get onto it back, “Sister Tammy can relax. I–I believe in Sohee.”

Not me, I guess. I’m the one going to walk you back home.

And putting your trust on somebody as Sohee feels good. Like putting your meat inside some inviting woman. But sadly, consequence is great. You wouldn’t be able to take anything back. Well, if you’re me then you would have not have any worry. All it takes is to swallow a pill and came back alive in a fresh day.

There’s no regrets for someone like me. To the point I think it’s a myth or controversy people made up.

Tammy points her finger at me, it’s almost poke my nose. “Sohee, yes. But this guy?”

Spoken like an ex. Chill, we just met that one time and the only thing we talk is about drug and justice and possible blowjob. Also you offered me a cigarette, don’t make me the only bad guy here. I wouldn’t trust anyone who tries to repay me with a cigarette after slapping me.

I put down her finger, “you finger still smell of tobacco.”

Tammy uses her whole two palms to show me as if she’s a car seller and Mei is easy-to-scam buyer and I am the car. Not a good role, being the car is an equivalent of being the tree in Romeo and Juliet acting play in elementary school.

Tammy continues, “you’re going to spend some alone time with ‘this’ on your way to school. This guy?”

“W–we’re not going to be alone!”

“Still…”

Hm, I don’t get what she’s seeing in me. I know for a fact that she’s a former officer of justice (sadly not avenger or justice league but a normal boring police) and can perceive anybody history just from their little gesture and appearance like Sherlock Holmes.

Unlike Mei. Mei don’t see anything much about me. She’s rarely even put her eyes around my body. When she did, it was for about a minute or two. So it’s safe to assume, Tammy thinks she knows much about me than Mei and apparently I’m a bad influence.

Tammy sighs and touch her forehead (almost slapping it,) “Mei, let’s forget about this plan. Here, let me take you to school. The car is ready.”

Her hand tries to grasp the cotton arm.

Mei backs away from it, holding her doubtful knuckle under her chin. Her eyes widen.

The two’s green eyes enlarged as if they don’t see it coming.

Mei is avoiding her own sister.

“I’m sorry.”