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MELANCHOLIA: Chapter 4
Chapter 4
LITTLE RIVAL
LEVI’S POV
Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi
“I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say,” I sang while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast. “When you hurt under the surface like troubled water running cold. Well, time can heal, but this won’t,” I continued.
“Ige mwoya?” What’s that? I heard Caius voice from behind as well as his footsteps towards the kitchen, but I didn’t mind him. “Aww, my head! I think I drank too much last night,” he whined.
“So, before you go, was there something I could’ve said to make your heart beat better? If only I’d have known you had a storm to weather so, before you go, was there something I could’ve said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless—” I stopped from singing when he threw the potholder right on my butt. “Hey! Why did you do that?” I shrieked as I looked at him.
“You’re so loud!” he snorted, massaging his temples as he sat to his spot on the dinning table.
“Why? Are you the only one who can be loud in this dorm?” I shouted as I pointed the tongs to him. “I’m singing! Tsk!”
“Levi,” he said and made a face.
“What?” I snarled.
“You’re smart.”
I gulped and said, “I know.”
“You’re kind.”
“I know as well.”
“Dangsineun jeongmal kwiyeowoyo.” You are very cute.
“Ara,” I know, I replied confidently.
“You have almost a perfect symmetrical face and you’re handsome!” he emphasized.
I cleared my throat and said almost smiling, “I-I k-know!”
“Just do whatever you want to do, but...” he paused.
My forehead creased as I stared at him. “But?”
“You know what? Just stick to being a smart guy who knows almost everything about science and such, but please! Just please,” he said as he massaged his whole face, “don’t sing as loud as hell if you wouldn’t hit the notes properly, especially the high notes. It’s deafening, gosh! You’re like a croaking frog! My ear, my head, my—ouch! Darn it!” I cut him off by throwing the tongs to his face. How dare he bullied my voice? Suit him!
“Go to hell, you little punk!” I shouted. “You won’t...
LITTLE RIVAL
LEVI’S POV
Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi
“I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say,” I sang while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast. “When you hurt under the surface like troubled water running cold. Well, time can heal, but this won’t,” I continued.
“Ige mwoya?” What’s that? I heard Caius voice from behind as well as his footsteps towards the kitchen, but I didn’t mind him. “Aww, my head! I think I drank too much last night,” he whined.
“So, before you go, was there something I could’ve said to make your heart beat better? If only I’d have known you had a storm to weather so, before you go, was there something I could’ve said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless—” I stopped from singing when he threw the potholder right on my butt. “Hey! Why did you do that?” I shrieked as I looked at him.
“You’re so loud!” he snorted, massaging his temples as he sat to his spot on the dinning table.
“Why? Are you the only one who can be loud in this dorm?” I shouted as I pointed the tongs to him. “I’m singing! Tsk!”
“Levi,” he said and made a face.
“What?” I snarled.
“You’re smart.”
I gulped and said, “I know.”
“You’re kind.”
“I know as well.”
“Dangsineun jeongmal kwiyeowoyo.” You are very cute.
“Ara,” I know, I replied confidently.
“You have almost a perfect symmetrical face and you’re handsome!” he emphasized.
I cleared my throat and said almost smiling, “I-I k-know!”
“Just do whatever you want to do, but...” he paused.
My forehead creased as I stared at him. “But?”
“You know what? Just stick to being a smart guy who knows almost everything about science and such, but please! Just please,” he said as he massaged his whole face, “don’t sing as loud as hell if you wouldn’t hit the notes properly, especially the high notes. It’s deafening, gosh! You’re like a croaking frog! My ear, my head, my—ouch! Darn it!” I cut him off by throwing the tongs to his face. How dare he bullied my voice? Suit him!
“Go to hell, you little punk!” I shouted. “You won’t...
