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Maybe she doesn’t like floatball and thinks that beings who like that are dumb.

I guess I’d remain the dumb one wherever I go...

Chapter 25

Winnie

Am I wrong for not talking to Telke almost the whole day?

But...

I’ve already explained it to him. He should understand.

I tilt my head to the side as I stare at the television from the comfort of my couch, waiting for the lasagna to cook in the microwave. I suppose I should make myself better food than the instant ones, but I don’t feel the drive to do a thing.

It wasn’t like I hurried to leave the school just for Telke to chase behind me to ask for forgiveness for nothing. But... I thought...

I shake my head. “What’s wrong with me?” I shout as I stare at the ceiling. I’m the only being here, so...

Ossa meows and hops onto my lap.

Fine... I’m the only human here, and hopefully Ossa won’t find me too weird.

“Ossa... You’re such a cute little cat.” I stroke his back as he cuddles with me. He sits with his legs under his body, almost looking like a loaf of freshly made bread.

“Look... I don’t know what to do. Does Telke feel something for me? But you know me, I shouldn’t be dating anyone.”

Ossa says nothing, not even a meow.

I sigh. “Why am I talking to a cat anyway...?”

“I need to rebuild everything. It already took a lot for me to buy him tacos that day. Maybe I should have told him, but... I guess my ego got in the way. Now I can’t afford your cans.”

Ossa meows and stands, almost as if he understands me.

I’m about to apologize and tell him that I was joking when the microwave dings.

Fine... I just know there’s no way Ossa can understand my words. He just somehow always knows when the microwave will ding a second before that happens. I don’t understand how, but it is what it is.

I get my lasagna, pull a fork, and head back to the couch.

Ossa comes around and sniffs my food. My mouth waters at the tomato sauce and cheese. There’s a reason for me to keep a ton of frozen ones in the fridge, just in case.

When I’m down, good food always helps.

Except I’m not exactly down, I’m confused.

Ossa finds his way on my lap again. He likes to make it hard to do anything.

I lift the container of the lasagna and shove food into my mouth. It tastes the same every single time, which I enjoy a lot. There’s nothing better than getting what I expected.

What’s Telke doing? Is he having dinner too?

I hope he won’t be upset because of me. I know he probably won’t. I’m not that important.

“Ossa...”

He meows, but he doesn’t even look at me. He knows I’m not feeding him when I’m eating, so he doesn’t even bother to glance at me.

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