During the May Day holiday, I took my girlfriend back to my parents' home.Willow Mayfair was a very quiet and reserved girl. A relative introduced her to me after I graduated from university at the age of 22. We both happened to be working in the same city, Southvale.I didn't understand why my parents were always so eager for me to date. They panicked when they noticed that I hadn't dated anyone at all throughout my university years, unlike my peers.When I asked my parents about it, they cited that the reason for their anxiety was because there were more men than women in today's society. As a result of that, many men would end up single and wifeless in the future.They then said that I looked like the type that would end up being single, so they hurriedly started taking action and making arrangements for me.And so, I was forced to chat with Willow online intermittently for about a year before we finally confirmed our relationship. We didn't have the passionate kind of love th
"Nate, get up quickly. Blake will be here soon. Come on, get up. You can't be late on your first day of school."I still felt extremely sleepy when I was pulled out of bed by my mother, Naomi Richmond. She helped me put on the new clothes we had bought a few days earlier.By the time I was fully awake, I found myself seated at the dining table."Naomi!" a voice greeted. I squinted my eyes against the glaring rays of the morning sun as I looked at the boy entering the house.The boy was tall and thin. His skin was so fair that it seemed to glow under the sunlight. When he smiled, his upturned eyes seemed to be gleaming. He seemed to emanate light, so much so that it stung my eyes a little.For a moment, I wondered how to describe this boy before me. He looked like a fox. In fact, he resembled the kind of foxes I saw in nature documentaries—beautiful and cunning, especially with those smiling eyes."Oh my. You're here, Blake. Have you had breakfast? Come in and take a quick bite. Nathan
Dreams and fantasies were always beautiful, but the same couldn't be said for reality.Blake came back in the evening on Friday under the glow of the sunset. That was right—he was back, and the first stop was my house.Maybe it was because my house was closer to the station, so Blake came here first. Since he had come such a long way, he was probably hungry. I assumed that he would leave after dinner.But one wait led to another. Before long, Blake was lying on my bed.I felt utterly speechless as I was being held in Blake's arms. Not only was I being held, but I also had to listen to Blake's nonstop yammering. Why did Blake have so much to say? Was there any way to get this annoying person to stop talking?As I listened to Blake talk about the new things he experienced at his new school, I found myself gradually drawn in. Blake's stories were quite interesting.Moreover, Blake's voice was very pleasant to the ears. If I had to describe it, I would say it was very soothing and could pu
My fear of Blake piling food onto my plate persisted until I entered high school and when Blake was in his fourth year of university. According to Great-Uncle Gregory, Blake was busy with his internship and wouldn't have time to come back.Upon hearing this news, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.The high school I had gotten into was the same one that Blake had attended. However, while Blake had easily entered the honors class, I had to work tirelessly to secure a spot in the regular class.This particular high school had a competitive atmosphere, with everyone striving to perform well academically. Now, my grades were near the bottom of my class, and if I didn't work hard, I might find it difficult to even get into a reasonably good university.I had no time or energy to deal with anything else other than studying. There was still a photo of Blake smiling on the school bulletin board. Every time I looked at that smiling face, I felt a lump in my throat.I would either think of the way
After breakfast, Willow and I packed their bags and returned to Southvale. The days that followed continued to pass peacefully and uneventfully, just like before. Being a teacher was indeed a great job. I had plenty of personal time to do things I enjoyed. In my spare time, apart from preparing lessons, I would go to the library, pick out a book that interested me, and sit in the sunshine for an entire afternoon. I felt calm and in my element with my current lifestyle.In early June, Willow received a phone call from her family. Her father, Fred Mayfair, had been feeling pain under his ribs. He had been receiving IV drips at the local hospital in his hometown for over half a month, but his condition hadn't improved. His complexion was worsening, and his skin was taking on a visible yellow-green sheen. After the phone call, Willow and I hurriedly requested leave from work. I accompanied Willow back to her hometown to take her parents to Southvale for a check-up. Fred's skin was
Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, Blake suddenly turned over and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I couldn't break free. The more I struggled, the tighter Blake's grip became!Initially, I thought Blake was doing it on purpose because he used to tease me like this. But when I turned to look, I saw that Blake was soundly asleep.Before I could breathe a sigh of relief that Blake wasn't awake, my slight movement caused Blake to stir. He pulled me even closer. Now, our bodies were pressed tightly together.Because of that, I didn't dare struggle anymore. I feared that any more movements from me would cause Blake to wake up. If we were both awake and saw the intimate position we were in—notwithstanding how Blake would react, I would die of embarrassment first.The constant heat on my back was impossible to ignore. The arm around my waist was so strong it felt like it could snap my waist in two, while Blake's breath on the back of my neck gave me goosebumps.I fel
As I sulked, Blake glanced over at me and shook his head with a smile. Then, he started the car and left Willow's apartment."Stop the car! I want to get out. I don't want to ride with you!" I was terrified of being alone with Blake. The thought of what had happened the previous night filled me with fear.Blake shot a sidelong glance at me and said, "Nate, don't you consider me family anymore?""So, you do know you're family... And yet you... you..." I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence.Blake touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "What did I do? Nate, this is perfectly normal. You'll have to get used to it."I reacted like a cat that had its tail stepped on. I was very agitated as I retorted, "How is this normal? This isn't normal at all! And what do you mean by 'get used to'? Blake, stop talking nonsense and pull over. Let me get out!"Blake relented, seeing that there was no other option at the moment. He drove his car to the side of the road and pulled
When I woke up in the morning, I was so sleepy I could barely open my eyes. I absolutely hated Blake. Unlike other teachers, most of my classes were scheduled in the morning, so I was already not getting enough sleep. Just to avoid Blake, I had to wake up even earlier!Irritable, I cursed under my breath as I went downstairs. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I looked up and saw Blake leaning against his car door again.It seemed I still wasn't early enough."Morning, Nate. Come on and get in!" Blake called out with a smile.I found Blake's smile incredibly annoying. I stared at Blake, thinking he looked despicable. In my heart, I swore that I wouldn't let Blake catch me when I went out in the morning again.Feeling defeated, I slumped my shoulders and got into the car."Here's some breakfast for you." Blake handed me a paper bag like he did yesterday.After waiting a moment and noticing that the car hadn't started moving, I asked, "Shouldn't we get going?""It's still early,