Stripped Series #2: Tables Turn (Moonsun AU)

Three - Paris

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"In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation.
We both wake. In lonely beds, In different cities.
And time, is taking its sweet time erasing you."

- sad beautiful tragic, taylor swift.

୨⎯ RYUJIN ⎯୧

The golden rays of sun began evading the purplish rose-pink light of dawn. Sun is finally out. I was greet by the morning air— fresh and calm. I stood there aimlessly looking at the surroundings around me.

Crowd full of people roaming around. They look busy and hurry. Sa harap ko may mga nakahalerang jeep and then people forming a line before going in.

I still got time before the morning class start.

I sighed, spoke softly whispering to myself in relief. "Hindi pa ako late." I got the same reaction as; and coming from a college student who struggles a lot from being late. I hate being late. Byul definitely knows that. We're in the same boat. As both needed to do well in school and maintain a high-satisfying grade.

Hmm. The day is like the same. Ordinary. My usual day. Suddenly, biglang pumasok sa isip ko na susunduin pala ako ni Byul ngayon. I smiled at the thought of it.

My parents aren't home. Nothing new, natuto na nga ko mag commute magisa dahil wala naman sila palagi. I've learned to do things on my own, while Byul filled those holes.

Oh wait.

Byul is coming? Susunduin niya ko? Why am I exaggerating. I don't why. Of course susunduin niya ko.. i'm her girlfriend, right?

My lips couldn't contain a smile knowing we're still together.

I'm so used to Byul being late. But not like this, usually malelate lang siya ng ilang mins and wouldn't go further— like an hour. She knows I value time and highly respect it. And if ever, may malate man saming dalawa, then we're def going down for real.

I sighed. Something feels strange talaga.

Kakakita lang namin nung isang araw but I was eager to see her again. Oh God.. time felt like a decade. But why does it feels I was stuck here for a long time?

Regardless of being clueless, I kept looking around.

Still no trace of Byul...

Kinakabahan ako.

My hands are sweating.. and cold. How is it possible?

Something doesn't sit right.

Little by little, my brain could slightly register.