Side 2
Translated by Naralara
Edited by Naralara
‘It has improved a lot. A new drug will help. As long as you manage your stress well, I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.’
Fucking doctor bastard.
As the face of the psychiatrist, who had been joking around as if looking through all the human beings in the world, came to mind, a smirk appeared on Philip’s lips.
When she heard that the new drug had a good effect, his mother was relieved. Then she looked back at him with warm eyes and said, “That’s really good.”
Phillip pressed his hand to his temple. My head was pounding. Whether it was a side effect of the new medicine or the insomnia that had continued for several days, the headache did not go away.
A beep sounded from the cell phone in his pocket. It was Ella. It was a message to have lunch together. The message window did not disappear from the cell phone all day because of her, who sent messages knowing that they had just slept once.
Philip turned off his cell phone.
He didn’t feel like flirting with anyone. He just wanted to quietly close his eyes and lie down. He purposely headed for the empty lot behind the library building. He remembered a girl he met at the library once before, who took him to a place no one knew about. She graduated last year, so if what she said was true, he was the only one who knew the place now.
After walking around the building for a while, he saw a bench. The bench placed under the shade of the tree was so old that it had barely maintained its shape.
It was just the right size for sex.
Philip remembered the past with an expressionless face and laid himself flat on the bench.
It was good.
The sound of the blue wind in early summer, shaking the trees, increased. He closed his eyes.
How long was he asleep? He opened his closed eyes at the rustling sound. He saw white sneakers. As he slowly raised his gaze upward, he met eyes that seemed to have been terrified.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
It was the boy he met in the locker room the other day.
If it was a normal day, he would have gently told him not to worry about it because he wasn’t sleeping, but the kind words didn’t come out because his mood had subsided. He got annoyed when he remembered the woman who talked about this place as if it was a secret place only she knew.
“I thought no one was there, but originally, it was a place where no one came. But there was someone, and I was surprised… . I was just trying to figure out who it was… .”
According to the boy, what the woman said was not a lie at all.
“… I will go.”
When no answer came back, the grassy boy lowered his head and ended his speech.
“I don’t care.”
Phillip laid down again.
The person he thought would return, hesitated and sat down on the edge of the bench. It was big enough for the two of them to lay down and have sex, so the boy sitting on the edge didn’t bother him too much.
The sound of a paper bag being carefully opened was heard. Philip opened his eyes again. The boy who had just taken the sandwich out of the paper bag froze. He was like a herbivore who had a gun to his head.
“Wo, would you like to eat?”
The herbivore cut his food in half.
If he had a gun in his hand right now, would he have pulled the trigger?
Philip looked at the boy with a smirk.
When Philip just stared at him, the boy stuttered in confusion and continued.
“I didn’t put it in my mouth yet.”
Philip almost burst out laughing.
With or without his mouth, did he really think he’d covet that little piece of a sandwich?
“Peanut butter and jelly… .”
He felt like the boy was going to burst into tears again if he left him alone. Phillip took the sandwich without a word. As the boy glanced at him, Philip took a bite of the sandwich. Then the boy began to eat the sandwich little by little. It seemed like an animal was sparing his prey.
“… is it okay?”
The boy looked carefully and asked.
“What?”
“Then hand… injury.”
Philip said, “Ah,” and looked down at the back of his hand, which was still torn. After seeing the wound, his mother was scared and asked him if he hurt someone again.
“Apply some medicine. It may leave scars.”
He wanted to ask the nerd whether he was in a condition to worry about others
“I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Yes?”
“Because you’re not wearing a skirt today.”
Instead, he responded with a mean joke. The boy’s face suddenly turned red.
“Ah, that’s not what I wanted to wear… , Fred… .”
It seemed surprisingly stupid to be embarrassed and make excuses for a joke that was said randomly.
He took a bite of the rest of the sandwich and stood up.
“… Are you going?”
“Yes.”
“Goodbye.”
Watching the boy jump up from his seat and say goodbye, Philip smiled. This is why he got bullied
Philip, who was about to shake off his clothes and walk, was urgently called by the boy from behind.
“Wait… Wait a minute.”
When Philip turned around, the boy asked with nervous eyes.
“Can I come here tomorrow too?”
What the hell does that have to do with him?
Philip shrugged his shoulders, and replied, “Whatever.” Then the boy smiled and said:
“Thanks.”
Philip thought, as he looked into the harmless eyes with no self-respect, looking at him.
If he had a gun, he would have pulled the trigger.
He walked down the hill.
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