I silently watch Ximon drown himself in sadness during the next days. He usually locks himself inside his bedroom. Whenever I go out to my booth, he’s still there so I just prepare his food before leaving. But he doesn’t eat it most of the time. I’m getting worried about him.
The guilt that I am feeling just doubles over time.
I wanted to come clean. To tell him that I was that fortune teller who caused all these fuss. But I don’t know how.
Now I just finish making our breakfast. I decided that I will force him to eat before I go. I went up to his room to call him. I knocked twice on his door but there is no response.
“Ximon?!” I called before knocking again. I leaned my head on the door to listen for any sound. I’m really getting worried about him. He looks depressed.
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