?
Was this the Ismael I know?
Did I knock my brain out or did he knock his brain out?
Ismael hoarsely approached me, his face growing larger and larger in my vision.
So close that I could feel the heat of his breath mixing with mine.
"What do you think?"
[What should I do, what should I do? Did I say something wrong again? How do I get my honey to cuddle with me?]
[What was the book Secretary was reading last time? "How to Improve Your Speaking Skills"? Maybe I should get him to buy me a copy too.]
Did he actually like me?
I fell silent for two seconds, then tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
In that moment, my ears were filled with a series of crackling noises, like fireworks exploding.
[Ahhhhh, my honey hugged me!]
[My honey took the initiative to hug me!]
[Honey—honey—]
[What did I just say? Did my honey just take the initiative to hug me?]
[I'll say it again, is my honey about to kiss me, cuddle, kiss, and then romantic time.]
Ismael's thoughts were racing.
So fast that it seemed like his mouth had borrowed time, eager to return it.
Smiling for a while, then a series of thoughts that, if voiced, would be censored.
From what position we liked to kiss to the intimate details of our preferences.
Everything down to the smallest detail.
I: "..."
Could this be said out loud?
My ears were getting hotter, and I could tell I was blushing without even looking in a mirror.
Three years with Ismael, and I'd never seen him this obsessed with anything when it came to intimate matters.
After three years, my impression of him crumbled completely that night.
Ismael looked down and moved even closer to me.
[Ahem ahem ahem.]
The last moment before his lips touched mine, I pushed him away.
No more smirking!
Stop it!
His thoughts were still echoing, even after I pushed him away. For two seconds, they continued.
Only when he belatedly realized that I had pushed him away, did he freeze in place.
[Who am I?]
[Who are you?]
[What is this, honey, take a look. What is this, honey, take a look. What is this, honey, take a look.]
[Why did you push me away, honey?]
[Is there something wrong with today's conversation? Is it because of Clara? Who's this cheap guy? My honey would never push me away before.]
In the unlit room, Ismael stood across from me.
He stared at me expressionlessly.
If it were a normal day, I'd be contemplating where I'd gone wrong.
But now, Ismael's thoughts were so ridiculous that even someone as good at reading facial expressions as I am couldn't help but twitch my lips.
[It's just being pushed away by my honey, just being pushed away by my honey. Keep your mental state stable, keeping your mental state stable for even one second is good enough!]
[The love of three years is pushed away while kissing, the reason behind it is heartwarming...]
[I think I'm probably not loved anymore. Two hearts in front of me, one is shattered, and the other is also shattered. The atmosphere is getting calmer. By her actions, it seems like my lover might leave me. After three years of shared interests, it seems things are never smooth, and here we are at this point, no more explanation.]
[Woman (with rose in mouth), who gave you the courage to push me away (speaking in a sexy low voice) #Handsome #CEO #Abs #Tall #Gentle #Rich.]
I: "..."
Silence spread between us.
But it wasn't really silence.
I was about to die from Ismael's constant chatter.
His thoughts had turned into knightly literature.
I hesitantly spoke up: "Should I leave?"
Ismael nodded aristocratically.
In reality, there were barely any words exchanged between us. It felt less like lovers and more like strangers.
All the unsaid words were still stuck in my stomach.
Ismael, ever the man of few words, truly never seemed to get tired of holding them back.
My hand reached for the door handle.
His chaotic thoughts suddenly stopped.
The last time I looked back before leaving the room.
Ismael stood in the corner, bathed in light and shadow.
As the door met the frame, I heard a quiet, lingering sigh.
[Looks like my honey really doesn't want me anymore.]
