..."Are we still the same people who made your heart flutter?"

As soon as I heard the familiar voice (?), my breathing system felt like I was working hard. I secretly felt trembling. I was afraid that someone would find out and use it to tease me. He(?) is the person who now makes me who was about to get up from the dining table turn around and sit again, as if that was the sentence that made me stuck to the magnet of the same chair!

“How are you?” the previous interlocutor asked. "Good...how are you?" I'm not sure if the two of us are still close enough to have a conversation. "7 years maybe?" He was talking about the time he and I had a violent argument 7 years ago before graduating from high school. "Do you care?"

I was quite dissatisfied that I felt like I was being simmered until I was naked by raising a child's quarreling issue and taking it to the parents to sue. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" he laughed. I believe he's crazy, I think so.

“We have to go now.” He looked serious as he looked at his watch. “Oh! It's nice to see you. At least I should be able to pay for your food." He smiled slightly but looked very happy to see me. Before I could say anything, he walked out of the restaurant. “Idiot,” I secretly cursed softly enough for only one person to hear. But at least I'm glad to escape the magnetic waves of this damn chair.

Meeting each other after many years has not changed my feelings at all. Including the broken relationship that he is rebuilding. I knew that feeling, but it would be difficult for me to get stuck in a sticky, vomit-inducing mouse trap again. Because it's not easy to escape from the sticky glue...

“Are we still the same people who made your heart flutter?” I repeated this question that he had asked as the first point of conversation. “Same old.” My thoughts came out into words. He is also a man who thinks he is the center of everything. I think of myself as the reason for many things in my life. I feel bad that I ever knew such a person...

Crunch...crunch... The phone's vibration system is doing its job. The screen lit up, notifying me that there was an incoming message...I wasn't familiar with it.

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The user's profile clarified my doubts.