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"Naeun, I said I'll go today. I can do it on my own, okay?" My mom rushes to the backdoor preventing me from wearing my helmet. "Hey! Stop wearing that I told you I'll go,"

"Mom, you aren't as strong as you were before. Besides, you sew clothes and prepare the milk. I'll deliver it instead. 2 cases, yeah?" I clip the helmet on then wear my necklace and walk out the door. "Naeun! Don't tire yourself, you dropped out of academy to help then what's the use of the part-time job?"

"I dropped out for a reason mom, to earn some cash for us right? And when I do, I'll get us out of this shabby ass looking apartment," I kiss her cheek before mounting my scooter. "You know, we could've just asked the Min family for some money sweetie, that'll work too," She mutters fixing the cases of milk behind me.

"No mom, they already did give us so much, I at least want to try helping us too," I shake my head softly holding her hand in mine. "Sweetie, are you really going to deliver the milk wearing that? You look like you've just got out of bed,"

"Doesn't matter, as long as I'm wearing something and this cloth was made by you," I smile and set off. "I'm going now,"

I travel smoothly and slowly through the alley before the damned landlady sees me. "Hey! Hey! Naeun! When are you gonna pay the water and electricity bill huh?! It's been 3 days past the due date! If you still won't pay, it cut it off from your apartment,"

For fuck's sake.

"I will. I will. I will—" I say quickly before leaving the noisy alley.

"Kim Naeun! Don't go! Hey!"

Every girl has that dream of meeting a prince riding a white horse. He should be personable, gentle, and well-mannered with the perfect features like the artworks of artisians.

"Café Tulip huh..where the fuck is that-" I turn a corner after realizing I was on the wrong street.

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"I have to go now," A woman maybe older than me by a few years say hurriedly to her (I pressumed) boyfriend. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave. Let him come. If that 'friend' of yours won't show up today, I'll mess him up the second I see him," He points the butter knife at her, the other people who noticed give them nasty stares.

"Hey, what are you looking at huh? Who cares if I argue with with my girlfriend? Jeez people can't even mind their own business now a days," He states rolling his eyes. "Do you even know how much I love you? No matter if one or two years, a decade or a century goes by, I love you ten thousand years. Even ten thousand light years go by I'll love you," He says holding onto her left hand.

Fucking— what..?

I stand up from my seat at the café, sighing while shutting my laptop and picking up the necklace by my side. "A light year is a length unit, not a time unit, times the time of a year with the speed of light," I state walking to their table. " The distance that's a light year the speed of light is 299,792,458 m/s calculating a year. One light year is about 9.4 trillion km,"

"Above is the correct definition of light year and the perfect distance between you two," I mock looking down at the guy. "Who are you huh? Leave us alone, asshole," He growls as he waves the butter knife near my face.

I chuckle and grab him by the collar, dragging him to the entrance then kicking him out the front door.

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