TWENTY

Zillion pressed the doorbell of the house impatiently as he rubbed his rough face. He seemed a little drunk tonight after sipping a few glasses of Jack Daniels. But he could still realize where he was now and what purpose he had come to this place. He wanted to treat this terrible feeling of loneliness, then replace it with a reassuring feeling of calm.

“Zillion? Are you crazy! It's twelve in the midnight, and you— "

Zillion immediately hugged his psychologist's tiny body, causing Caroline to nearly fall backwards. Luckily the woman had held onto the edge of the door, so that she was able to withstand Zillion's heavy body weight in front of her.

"Are you drunk?" asked Caroline in confusion as she tried to push Zillion's body away from her. But Zillion continued to tighten his arms until finally Caroline chose to give up and let Zillion remain in that position for a while.

“Caroline, I don't want to be left. I'm afraid to feel lonely and alone."

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