A "book" dedicated to one-shot AUs and Brightwin ramblings.
I used to have Intermissions in my stories but that may be becoming confusing so I will start adding them here.
Basically, this is how I'll keep myself from imploding as Win and Bright cont...
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Win Kajorn didn't really want to go out tonight.
He was jet lagged still and it's not like he was able to relax the last few days he's been home.
Home. What an alien word to call a place he has not seen in years.
But Gun requested his company and he didn't want to say no to Gun. Not after he missed so many birthdays and even the wedding.
Not after being his only anchor to his past life. To home.
He walks inside the hazy music bar, thankful that it was illegal to smoke in most closed spaces now. The air smelled instead of citrus and wood and the undeniable undertones of alcohol.
But aside from the smoke, everything was pretty much the same. Like time stopped in this little place. The same vinyls hung on the walls. A barely used jukebox near the entrance was still flanked by bright pink wooden flamingoes just like before. The waiters faces were familiar and Dim still manned the bar.
It was as if Win never left.
But of course, he did.
He had barely just arrived. The life he left still fresh in his mind.
He hears the steady beat of the drum alongside tiny wails from the speakers.
Signs that the band was readying to start their next set.
Win stops in his tracks.
The real reason he wanted and not wanted to be here tonight is but a few meters away from him now.
Gun is an excuse. Hell, Gun most probably orchestrated this excuse.
He takes a few more steps and Win can see him now - bathed in the glow of the spotlight. As handsome as the day Win said goodbye.
Well, he didn't really say the words.
He simply disappeared didn't he?
What would he say now that he is back? Would he even care?
