“Oh? So why was it broken then?” I asked.
Julian started stammering, but I knew it was shattered by him.
He found it too ugly and was too embarrassed to bring it to school. The shattered ceramic pieces even cut into my arm, leaving a
scar that still hadn’t faded,
I wasn’t particularly an artistic person. This ceramic plate was the best among the dozen I had made.
+15 BONUS
In the end, Yohan bought him a piece from an artist to bring to school, while I painstakingly glued this plate back together piece by piece.
But regardless of what it was, once it was cracked, it could never be recovered completely.
“This is already defective,” I said, casually tossing it into the trash, shattering it at once. “Since you already have a brand new replacement, there’s no need for you to keep this.”
Julian stared at the shattered plate, taken aback. After that, he realized something and looked up happily. “Did you recover your memories and remember me, Mommy?”
I shook my head. “I never did lose my memories. I just no longer wanted to remember anything to do with you and Yohan.”
I wasn’t planning to say anything more to him. I kicked him out, and he left dejectedly.
There was a social gathering involving alcohol this evening. Samuel insisted on coming along when he found out about it.
He was worried I might drink too much, but he was the one who was unable to hold his liquor.
As we both had drinks, none of us could drive. Since it was close to home, I helped Samuel up and planned to walk home, hoping that the cold wind might help sober us up.
While he was drunk, I pretended to ask him nonchalantly, “Do you like me, Samuel?”
Samuel’s eyes lit up as he stared at me for a good while. He then averted his gaze suddenly and nodded firmly, his face red.
My heart was racing wildly, and I quickly switched the topic. “What drinks did you have earlier?”
Samuel pondered for a moment before replying, “I think it’s brandy.”
“Is that so? Can you bend down for a bit?” I asked.
Samuel bent down obediently and looked at me. His lips were full and plump, and I reached out to press a kiss on him.
I licked my lips to savor the taste–it felt soft, like an alcoholic marshmallow.
Samuel, despite being drunk, widened his eyes in shock as he was caught off guard.
