Kannika Building, third floor, room six

I live in Kannika Building, 3rd floor, room 6.

She lives in Kannika Building, 3rd floor, room 7.

I accidentally played the role of a stalker when I followed her up sometimes late at night. After she finished her part-time job at a coffee shop. She was a woman with long wavy hair and bright brown eyes. Needless to say, there was someone intent on snatching her up, you crazy bastard!

In the morning she wakes up at six o'clock to exercise. I keep hearing the rhythm of the music coming through to wake me up. Each song almost had me rocking even before I was awake. Sometimes it would be so loud that I would have to knock on the room to warn them. It's not me that has a problem with her routine. I'm more afraid of the other roommates.

Sometimes we greet each other politely in the hallway or at the stairs going up. There's no elevator here, even if I wanted to. Even though we weren't stuck in a small space together like I thought we might be, we did follow each other down the narrow stairs sometimes.

On days when we have school, she will sit and wait since morning. Even if you have afternoon classes. The reason is that I don't want to stay in the room, even though I live in the dormitory alone. It's different from me who stays in the room until 15 minutes until it's time to study. I had to move my butt off the bed to get dressed. And because the tower is very close After studying, I went straight up to sleep hard.

So we only had the chance to meet each other when leaving the classroom for class and at random moments on the way to the dormitory. What I call the stalker moment, that's it.

She would sit and wait for her friends at the marble table next to the water shop. I would sit and wait at a table in the cafeteria so we couldn't see each other. When the cafeteria was full, I would go sit next to where she sat. And my eyes will be drawn towards you by your long wavy hair.

Sometimes she'll look at you and wince.

I... have a very high immune system. No matter how cute she is, she doesn't influence me in the slightest. Because a part of her is annoying and I am a very serious person. We don't talk much because we know each other well, but once we talked, she said she was hungry, so I told her to get something to eat before she fainted because her face was already green.

But she didn't want it because it was late. “We need to lose weight. I'm on a weight loss program and I'm not eating,” she said. So I did what I wanted, and five minutes later she complained of being hungry again. It wasn't intended for me to hear, but we were sitting next to each other staring at the computer screen. So I boiled instant noodles because there was no other food available.

She yelled again so I ate those noodles instead. In the end, she couldn't stand the hunger. The only food item left was chocolate. She shared half with me. Tell them to get fat together...How can it be like that? I ate a lot of things. The person who is fatter is me! Oh, but never mind. At that time it was an argument that used a lot of brain energy. But we returned to work in pairs and finished submitting to the teacher before midnight.

Sometimes it's so irritating that you want to throw it in the trash. But when she smiles when we argue or when I complain to her My face would feel so hot I'd want to throw myself in the trash instead.

I have a very strong immunity to cute girls, other people…

I like watching when she talks to the teacher. Makes me feel like a school girl, even though when she goes out she's a bit edgy and stubborn. That's it...she's crazy, er, irritating, and never knows or tries not to realize that I'm looking at her.

Once, she looked back at me when I was peeking from the water shop. She and her big language book. We looked at each other. I didn't know what to do, but I felt like a hero that no one could take down. That's how I look at it. Until she smiled at me, I smiled back and ran away from the water shop as quickly as possible.

I'm a person with a really high immune system.

“Oh, you… came down to get something to eat as well?”

She greeted me. I didn't know what was happening. A woman who keeps herself in shape would come down to grab a cup of instant noodles at the convenience store at 10 p.m. at the same time as me.

We stood in front of a sleepy-faced employee. I stood mute and also deaf because I kept looking at her with a thin t-shirt and a pair of black shorts ready for sleeping. My face was fresh. Hey… how dare you come down with such a thin shirt? If you die, I'm not afraid of anything. I didn't even hear that the counter staff had already collected the money. She smiled from beside me. I handed over a twenty-dollar bill and waited for change. I came out of the store with her.

We also have a cup of instant noodles with tom yum goong soup flavor. Instead of looking for a good seat Or walking up to the dormitory, she invited me to sit on the footpath next to her. Top-up machine with weighing scale

“Give me a moment,” she said and walked over to the scale. It made a singing sound. She chuckled, “Fuck, I really hate the music. It's like announcing that someone has come to weigh in! Look at your weight, you fat bastard!” She laughed.

“Oh… probably.”

She walked back to me with a smile on her face. But he slammed his hand into the nape of my neck. “What is this? It hurts!” I moaned like a dog being hit, but she laughed at me! This woman!

“Go and weigh in as a friend. Then when you're done eating, weigh it again to see how many bars it's raised."

"No, you're lazy."

“Hey, don't be a lazy person! Get up quickly.” She pulled my hand up and I felt like static electricity. Ahhhh! I quickly got up before she could push her ass like she usually did. This time, she was the one sitting and watching over Mama's cup.

Dueduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu andu

“Come on, Mama is ready in three minutes,” she invited as the annoying music stopped. I walked over and sat next to him. We opened the Mama Cup together. Smoke rose up and hit my face with a fragrant aroma. That made my stomach scream and yell at me to hurry. You can stuff it in, but it's not good. I have to sit and eat with you, so I shouldn't rush to gobble it up like I used to-

She devoured it like I had done before and got scolded by her. Not afraid of the heat at all! “Huh?” She looked up with tears in her eyes from the heat. Oh my...it's so hot. Her sweat broke out and trickled down her small throat. Her face was tortured, needless to say. Well, she can't eat hot food and still chooses Mama Tom Yum Kung. I hurriedly opened my own water bottle for her but she shook her head in denial.

It was as if she was trying hard to swallow but finally she opened her mouth to speak to me. Her little mouth was so hot it was red like lipstick.

“How can you eat like that? It's so hot you'll die and it doesn't taste good either.” I offered water, but this time she took it and drank it nicely. Her little tongue stuck out like a dog panting. Haha.

“It's a special ability,” I said, then finally started to eat my own. She continued to eat, almost finished. At the end, it was like some kind of signal telling us to have a competition to swallow this white, sticky noodle down our throats. Guess who won!

It's me!

“Woo! It's a hundred years too early to think about competing, kid.” I laughed, lightly patting her bangs. She grunted. I invested a lot of food. The water didn't touch but they still lost at the end. Her face was pitifully red. Even so, I still laughed.

“Go weigh yourself,” I reminded her. But she shook her head.

“Drink another bottle of water, Mama, no.” She got up and went into the shop. Bought tissues and two bottles of water. Hand me a bottle. I received it graciously because she had already drank my water. We share tissues even though I don't need them.

“Wipe it on your face. You can wipe your mouth. Take it.” She insisted until I had to accept it.

The cool night breeze gently caressed her skin. I feel cold. I don't know if she feels the same or not because she's hot. This might not be cool enough for you either.

“Have you ever thought that when sweat dries, you feel so good?” She smiled faintly, lifting her knees to hug her loosely. Looking at the floor, eyes closed, as if sleepy

"No, I'd rather take a shower."

“So, are you going back to your room to take a shower?” She asked with round eyes, looking at my face. I shook my head.

Sit and think about things from the past. Then go take a shower to wash away the tears you've had for some days. Then I went to bed comfortably.

“Read the book first,” I replied quietly. But the face has a smile

She moved closer as she always did. But then he jerked himself back to his original seat as if he just remembered. that we have some emptiness separating us I smile at that space, our thin line.

“There is no exam tomorrow,” she said.

"You know we've read it."

"novel?"

“Oh, novels.”

“What are you reading right now?”

we

“I won't tell.” I smiled again.

“No, I'm not asking,” she said smiling, leading me to smile together.

How long can we miss the same person? How many times in our short life will we get bored when we eat the same thing over and over and our tongue still rejects it from the moment we smell it? It's like listening to the same song over and over every day until you hear the first note of the song and turn away. Can I get bored? I'll have a little more hope.

“Well, we can't tell each other. I don't want to know that much.”

How long will people's memories stick together? What is there to remind us that the stories we review are not a complete mix of reality and expectation? When our feelings haven't changed Although the situation is slightly different each time.

“Are you still reading that? A story where the main characters can't love each other. What you used to say is your favorite story, like it very much.” She emphasized the word a lot. In the cutest way in the world

The dog with the face of Seven will be there waiting to reclaim his place. I got up and grabbed our Mama's cup. She got up and took a water bottle and tissue paper and went to put them in the trash together. I answered her.

"I'm reading it. It's my favorite book."

“Aren't you bored?”

We walked together to the dormitory.

“I told you it was my favorite book.”

“Hm…” She nodded lightly. The cold wind blew again. The weather was cool today, so her thin shirt probably kept her from getting too hot. Today I will drop her off at the front of the room like I did a long time ago. We'll say goodbye and if we're lucky, she might say goodnight to me. But there will be no staying in the room. There was no kiss on the cheek before goodbye. There was no longer the sparkling eyes that used to look at me.

Because now it belongs to someone else.

But let's face it, I'll still go back and read my favorite novel. What do I think? If there's no other book to topple its position, it's still number one in my heart. I will still love every character no matter how painful the story it conveys.

It's still beautiful.