Puking, vomiting, headache, stomachache, tremors, shaking…

Other bugs and I will talk about when we started our addiction. Would they even believe if I said it started in the Royal Academia, when I was 18?

I can not forget that first shot. It was electric. It was bliss. I did not feel ‘good’. I felt normal.

Sophisticated man with noble background in the same boring place as them. Yes. Talk about your privilege. They will feel elevated. They will feel pity. Good. Easier to use.

Use your deep, calm voice. Crinkle your eyes to make them think you are being earnest. Do not show teeth. I should have had dimples. I would be easier to make them think I am smiling.

It took me years to learn how to smile good enough. Do not use sophisticated words. Use simple but effective words. Talk about your deceased family. They will feel sympathy. These bugs possibly did not read any books.

“My tale started as a child. I have always had a keen interest in chemistry. My sister was born with an immunodeficiency. I spent my childhood years to procure a drug for her. But… I was not successful. She passed away from a cold. My family owned pharmaceutical company. Because of my noble education, I was able to manage the company as an 18 years old. But it was not what I wanted. I wanted to study and learn chemistry to help my sister… and possibly other people. But my research did not go as planned. One day, a college friend of mine suggested that we should go to a party. We did. And it was where it all happened…”

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Good. Some lies. Some truth. Good enough.

Female bug A, B, C and D ate the story up. Thanks, sister. Male Bug A, and B skeptical. Not enough. I needed to be a little simpler to pierce something in their thick skull.

I was sitting on the bench when Male Bug C approached me. A faint blush, elevated heart rate. Attraction. Pathetic.

I miss Raphael. He smelt so nice.

Male Bug C is persistent.

Just like Raphael. He was honest. His face was easy to read. He had a symmetrical face. Nice to look at. He must be angry at me. He must be sad. He said he wouldn’t come here. He didn’t.

Male Bug C thinks that he can somewhat seduce me.

What a pathetic thought. Do I look like someone would resort to base desires? Everyone in this country knows I am married. Disgusting behavior.

How to get rid of this bug? No murder, no violence. It would be boring. Something elaborate. Play to his one true calling. He is a bug. Talk about sophisticated things. Talk about art. Not good enough, he enjoys it. Talk about celestial bodies. His face is vacant. He does not respond.

Male Bug C did not approach again.

Great.

No. The night coming. I need noise. This is maddeningly boring.

Raphael told me that I steal covers while sleeping.