My buddy Azzo’s getting married.

I can’t believe it.

I am so happy for her. I am, I am!

Well, okay. I’m just a bit —- sad. Because I’m thinking of someone who broke my heart. Crushed it to dust. Trampled it to ash. Blew it to —— well, you get the picture.

I stare into space for a solid twenty minutes.

Staring into space releases tension. It’s like yoga, except you don’t have to do anything painful. Like contort your body, or swivel your neck 360 degrees, or turn your elbow inside out.

Staring into space is just that. You just sit and —— stare.

…

…

Twenty minutes later.

Well, that didn’t work.

I. Am. Agitated.

I wonder if Babe —– that’s what I used to call my honey bunny Hot Cold CEO —— is married to that skank Victoria now. Pardon the language —— I’m a bitter Candy these days, dumped by the Love of My Life, living on ramen on a draughty, leaky rooftop.

Don’t even think there’s anything remotely romantic about living on a rooftop.

The pipes.

I don’t want to rant, but…

I HATE, HATE, HATE THE PIPES.

They clank and shudder and judder like crazy and ooze out green slime everytime my neighbours flush —– which is like, EVERY FREAKING MINUTE.  I get why, back in the day, when I was a sweet, blushing little Candy, cranky Egads would call me up at all hours and yell down the line: “WHERE’S MY RAMEN?” Because ramen is the ONLY way to stop your toes from freezing and your blood from coagulating when you are living on a rooftop. The heating doesn’t work, and it actually groans when I switch it on. And the freakiest thing? I hear this low throaty moan sometimes, even when the heater is NOT on.

The thing is, I’m running out of ramen.

I checked this morning, and I’ve only got three packets left.

And, that’s not all.

I’m running out of money, too.

Whoa.

I just had a FLASH in my head. Like a bulb lighting up.

Azzo’s getting married.

Azzo’s making lists.

I SHOULD MAKE A LIST, TOO.

…

…

All. Done.

Do you want to see my list?

1. I need money.

2. I need warmth.

3. I need Babe.

4. I need to get myself back into his life.

Because:

We have a mystical connection that transcends Time, Obligations and Duty.

Oh, okay, okay.

The real reasons?

*He’s rich. I need money.
*I love him.
*He loves me. Even though he doesn’t say it. (He’s shy)

So….

I’m going to re-connect with him. Somehow.

He doesn’t know what’s going to hit him.

Oh, boy. I can’t wait to see his face when I waltz back into his life.

And I owe it all to Azzo.

To be continued

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What… oh no…

Once an Errand Boy Girl, always an Errand Boy girl.
Even if you already live on a rooftop 🤣

By the way, what would Oppa think if he found out that both YY and Azzo have forgotten him? What if we have *gasp* Cold Hot CEO meeting Candy’s first love Oppa in this sequel?