She was chasing her dreams.
He was running away from his.
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Joshua Kim is a man of various mysteries, holding a burning jewel in the core of his heart that took up all the space and cas...
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~Valarie~
I sat right there trying to make the best of the trivial silence that kept me sane in the chatter of dozens of officers and sirens that enveloped us.
What happened was big. At least for me. I cannot say that I've seen worse before but that doesn't seem to be the case for Joshua Kim. He was right there, a little further from me, talking to one of the many officers like he's used to such criminal interrogation.
He explained all the details before making his way over to me with an officer at his tail.
"They want to take your statement," he stated.
What statement? I'm still in a daze. I don't know what's going on.
"I have no idea what happened or how it happened," I said firmly. The officer gave me a wry smile that made the corners of his eyes wrinkle.
"Are you sure it had nothing to do with you?" He gave me a disparaging look. His hands were on either side of his hips as he gave me a nasty look.
"I think that's enough explanations. She's a victim as well," Joshua stepped in. The man was on the verge of making me into an accomplice but dropped his queries. He stepped away soon after I had said what I said. Joshua Kim stayed behind.
"Are you alright?" He asked me, crouching down.
Why is he concerned about me all of a sudden?
"What do you think?" I gave a vague reply. He seemed put off by my evasiveness. This isn't what I'm supposed to say to a question like that.
He raised an eyebrow at me. I might look like I've got a lot on my mind. A lot of questions once again. I tried swallowing them down to my stomach but they kept rising in my throat like bile.
"Mr. Kim, does this happen to you often?" I stammered.
"I think it's about time you start calling me Joshua," he said with a slight frown.
"Don't dodge my question." I folded my arms, trying to keep aside the funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. He stood up for me and now he's asking me to drop the formalities. Isn't this a drastic transformation?
"Not always," his gaze shifted to my hands clasped around my bag. The things that make a person suffer the most are things they attach to themselves and I have attached things beyond imagination to myself. It's not whether I feel responsible and act fine around situations like these or give up together. I have to cope with it although the latter seems like a good option.
"Can you get up? We should leave." He stood up first and extended his hand toward me. I held onto his palm and pushed myself forward to stand on my feet. My head spun immediately like I was still experiencing a shock.
