"I'm here to enjoy being online, not to get chewed out."
As soon as I said that, I clammed right up.
Lots of people come to this internet cafe, but anyone who's seen me before knows I'm a pushover they can bully however they like.
Because they know I never fight back.
"But that's no excuse for going 1-16 and still making excuses."
My only friend sat beside the computer.
He glared at my screen, which hadn't lit up once.
I knew some things had put me in a bad state today. I knew I was in the wrong, so I silently took a sip of water, hoping to cover it up.
As expected, he didn't press me. He got up, packed his things, and prepared to leave.
His broad hands hung at his sides, just like Dad's hands.
At that moment, I suddenly wanted to grab onto something.
Just like when I fell on the dirt road at the entrance to the village and grabbed Dad's hand to get back up.
"Hey, sleep with me once. It's free."
