Chapter 8 | ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ?

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Today is Saturday. I've already been here for almost 3 weeks. Which means today is my last day in London. It's kinda sad. I love this place.

I don't have any plans for today. I just don't want to go back home. Not yet. I'm going to miss London so much.. the weather, the park, the theater, even the people here... like Helena..

While I was busy daydreaming about Helena, I suddenly feel the need to go to the park. For one last time. But I don't want to just walking around the park. I want something special. How about picnic? Picnic sounds pretty fun.

So I'm preparing everything for my picnic. A blanket for me to sit down, a bottle of iced tea, 2 cans of diet coke, a book (poetry pharmacy), and a sandwich. I put them inside my backpack because I just don't want to look too old fashioned if I bring a picnic baskets.

I took a quick shower. Then look at my closet to find a perfect outfit. After 10 minutes of struggle, I finally chose a flowery casual dress and some jacket. I'm so proud of my taste of style today. I put some light make up. Then ready to go.

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I walk to the park all by myself. I keep walking around the park to find a perfect spot for my special picnic. After half an hour, I finally find a perfect spot. Under the shady tree and not too crowded. Only a few people there.

I roll out my blanket and sat down. Pull out my sandwich and iced tea. It's really peaceful here. I eat my sandwich while watching my surroundings. Then drink on my tea.

After I finished my sandwich, I took my book out from my backpack. And begin to read. 20 minutes passed and I feel tired from sitting. So I decided to lay down. Keep reading the book. The weather really nice today. I started to dozed off with a book covering my face.

I was woken up by someone nudging my foot. Then immediately sitting up. I startled. I'm still half asleep.

"Hello there.. are you okay?" A women voice come from beside me. She sounds concerned. "Hold on a second. I know you. Y/n??" She continued.

I tried to gather my senses. And focusing my sights. Guess who?

"Helena??"

"Yes it's me." She chuckled.

"Is this a dream?" I asked confused.

"No love. It's not a dream. In fact I just woke you up from your dream" she said and now sitting down beside me.

"What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" Helena laughed at me because of my dysfunctional brain.

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