"Skyla?... ...Skyla!"I was startled by Caleb's suddenly raised voice tone, and when I looked back, I saw that he was looking at me with a puzzled expression, and then he turned his head to look in the direction I was just staring at, "Is there anything over there?" Caleb had done me a huge favour, and I couldn't really think of any other way to repay him than to buy him dinner, so I agreed. The office is actually a civilised food market, the smell of gossip is all dark and powerful in the silence, a look or a cross word, it's all rumours flowing freely regardless of the truth. For the sake of living, I thought I could endure it. In the evening, Caleb offered to drive me to some western restaurant for dinner, and I hesitated, but agreed. On the way, Caleb has been looking for a topic to tease me to chat, I have a hitch to respond to a hitch, Caleb seems to also notice that I am not in a good mood, then also no longer talk. I felt guilty for being so arrogant, but for some reason I ju
"While everyone shunned that client, you went up to entertain him like he knew nothing, that's the difference between you and the others," Caleb seemed to have surprising patience with my wobbling, "So... I'm asking you, to pretend to be my girlfriend."Caleb froze for a moment, then nodded. I smiled apologetically again, then got up and walked in the direction of the toilets, glancing sideways at Becky's side of the head as I did so. Moving slowly, I finally got a good look at the face of the person sitting across from Becky - it wasn't Zephyrine, and I immediately froze in place: why not Zephyrine, staring dumbfounded at the strange woman, only to turn around and continue to the toilets when I realised that there were some curious glances being thrown my way. I was dumbfounded, looking at the strange woman. With my stomach full of questions, I wandered around the toilets for a while before driving back across to Caleb's. I sat down and couldn't stop myself from looking at him again
Leslie raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't understand what Steven was saying. I, standing beside them, began to feel nervous—Leslie didn't know my true sexual orientation. Fortunately, Steven didn't continue with his statement. He took off the backpack he was carrying, pulled out something from inside, and handed it through the gap in the door to Leslie. "Could you please give this CD to her? Just tell her it's a recording from our last gathering as a keepsake... and please ask her to contact me as soon as possible. Thank you."Leslie smiled and, still extremely composed, nodded slightly. I looked at Leslie's calm expression in amazement. I didn't expect her to make up a story so convincingly, and she didn't appear the least bit guilty.After complaining for about five minutes, Steven finally seemed to conclude his statement. He sighed and said to Leslie, "If you happen to see Alayah come back, please tell her that Steven wants to get the last song from her. It's really urgent."Sudde
Colten's face instantly turned red, "Don't talk nonsense to little kids!""No way," Steven stubbornly continued, "that ballet dancer is just as good looking as you are, and also, she has a mole under her eye..." Leslie's original slightly smiling expression had faded, and she said to Steven in a flat tone, "You've really got the wrong person." Like a different person, she exuded a soul-crushing coldness, and Steven was as startled as I was by Leslie, saying with a bit of fear, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you." He said, "I'm sorry to bother you," and hurriedly turned around and left. Like the day before, a group of tomorrow's gossip stars very cheerfully continued to make fun of Colten and Leslie, while Colten helplessly coaxed them, but to little avail. A short while later, Leslie changed her clothes and came out of the hut, and everyone was smart enough to stop making noise.Leslie has such a magical power, without having to say anything, she can already make the people around her
"You, who are you?" Zephyrine asked vaguely as she broke away from my hold. By the time I saw this, I was already lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling while starting to think back to the content described in the diary. Indeed, if it's true that Leslie is such an excellent dancer as the author describes, then she definitely shouldn't be nestled so lowly in a small classroom teaching dance... Thinking that, I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already half past eleven. But... ...Zephyrine hasn't come back yet. If she didn't go to have dinner with Becky, and if she didn't have to work at the radio station, where the hell did she go?The smell of alcohol on Zephyrine's body was so thick that I found it hard to even breathe, "Tired?... What's wrong with you?" While holding her shaky body, I reached out my hand to close the iron door. Unexpectedly, however, after turning my head sideways, I realised that there was still a person standing outside the door, and I froze in
I kept on hypnotising myself, reassuring myself, and then calmly turned off the shower and left the bathroom.Zephyrine was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was already asleep. I quietly changed out of my soaked pyjamas and took another small sheet out of the cupboard back into the living room and lay down on the sofa. With a weak heart, there was no longer any way for me to share a bed with Zephyrine. It'll all blow over, I said to myself before I went to bed.Is Zephyrine drunk? Must be drunk. It's the only way she'd kiss me. All of a sudden, I couldn't move, or maybe I didn't want to. Never before had I looked so closely at Zephyrine, and it seemed that if I leaned down just a little more, our eyelashes would touch. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster - but the faster it beat, the weaker I got, and the weaker I got, the more I couldn't move. The person underneath me still didn't speak, only staring calmly at me. The seductive scent of the wine o
"It's not Becky you love?", I frowned, "... Then who do you love?" Once again asking a brain-dead question, I couldn't help but close my eyes and lean over to hit my head hard against the car window. In order to hide my outburst, without waiting for Zephyrine to answer, I purposely smirked again and asked, "What you love, wouldn't be the pretty girl who brought you back last night, would it?... It's pretty good, do you want me to help you?" After saying that, the person on the other end of the phone went silent. I couldn't help but sit up straight, could it be... I just casually said that and got it right?Zephyrine loves the one who sent her back last night? Zephyrine seemed to purposely separate her words section by section, which made it very hard for me to hear, "Orion, it's not her I love." The other party, however, didn't answer immediately, and it was only after a while that I heard Zephyrine's tired voice coming from the phone, "When did I get back last night?" Great, she se
There was no response from the other side, and after a second or two Leslie lowered her head again and continued brushing hard. Following last night, Leslie's cleanliness disorder seemed to be out of control, or was it always like that? I, as an outsider, could only silently stand aside and look at such a strange Leslie, not knowing what to do. After about three to four minutes, Leslie suddenly stood up, probably because she got up too fast and got dizzy, her body swayed. I rushed forward and wanted to support her, but immediately realised that this was impossible, so I could only stand by and ask her worriedly, "Are you alright?" "Er... Forget it," I said, feeling a little weak, as the tape gave me a feeling similar to "Sex and Photographs", "I'm dead, so why don't I just skip it?" Leslie relaxed her body and leaned back into the couch again, saying, "That Steven guy today... Asked you to give him the last song." Leslie raised an eyebrow, "That sheet music I picked up at your hou