"Now that we have the medicine, we'll head back." "Your brother can't be discharged yet; he needs to stay for observation for two days. You can go home tonight and come back tomorrow." "Okay, thank you." "Okay." My tone was unexpectedly calm. I didn't cry, I didn't make a scene, I didn't bring up old grievances. Seven years is too long. I tried to stop dreaming about him, I tried to erase him from my memory, I tried to stop liking him. I spent six years trying to forget him, but then he suddenly appeared before me, outwardly calm, but inwardly a turbulent sea of emotions. It wasn't love, it was fear. I was afraid, I was still afraid.
"Are you lost in thought?" Chanyeol patted my shoulder. "Ah, no." "You still say no."... "Do you...do you still like him?" Chanyeol held back again. I chuckled: "It's been years, I was just scared by him, after all, it's been seven years since we last saw each other, right?" "Really?" "Really." Chanyeol was much relieved.
"It's late." "I have to work overtime today." "I'll go with you." "No need." "Yes." "Okay, okay, wait here." The two of us sat on the bench, neither of us speaking. "SJ." "Hmm?" "Are you still planning to find a boyfriend?" "Do you think I can?" "Why not? There are plenty of handsome guys in our hospital." "What? I just don't want to be in a relationship." "You're 25 this year, right?" "Yeah." "I'm 28 too." ... "What's wrong? Want to be in a relationship?" "I want to, but I can't." "Hmm?" Chanyeol stared at me and suddenly laughed. "The girl I like doesn't seem to like me back, how can I be in a relationship?" "Then the chances are probably slim." "Pfft, can we still be friends?" "No." "Then being girlfriends is fine too." Chanyeol muttered softly. "What?" "Nothing." Why is your voice getting softer and softer? Like a mosquito. Chanyeol stood up. "Because I'm feeling a bit insecure. Let's go get something to eat." "Okay." I stood up too, and we walked out together.