Sunsets, Whenever.

Prologue

—Prologue—

"What the heck, he left you just like that!"

George scratched his nape on his slow-thinking friend. "Yeah, yeah, you don't seem comforting me?"

Ranboo left a small chuckle. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to comfort. I mean I suck at it."

George raised his brows while talking to the phone, his tears just falling in heavy drops. "At least try, please I'm begging you,"

"Is that how you really love your ex boyfriend? Come on, he may be laughing with his new homie now,"

"Stop, you're making me more hurt,"
George begs at the phone.

"He doesn't deserve you, ok. Stop crying, just stop" Ranboo's voice turns to a monotone.

"I can't," George bursted into tears. "Imagine our half a year relationship of being together. Is that a piece of trash for him? Is he playing with me the whole time? Does he love me, cause his bored. I want you to answer this question, please!"

"Why not ask him directly?" George can sense Ranboo's brows rising on the other side.

"I can't" he yelled.

"What, I can't?" Ranboo asked.

"I will not!" George yelled much louder than before.

"Ok, ok, calm down. But accept the fact George..." Ranboo sighed through the phone. "The only one that can answer your questions is him. Am I right?"

"You're not helping, what kind of friend you are?" Ranboo rolled his eyes.

"A spendthrift friend who waits for other friends to treat him snacks" Ranboo replied, trying to joke so he can make George smile.

But it failed, he really sucks at comforting people.

Ranboo realized his joke went fail after hearing a series of silence on George's line. "Don't worry, George. I'll go there by tomorrow, I'll bring pizza if you want,"

"Ok that will be fine" George's eyes popped as he heard those words from Ranboo.

"Just kidding, lol"

Again silence lingered.

"Ok, I will bring pizzas," Ranboo sighed cause he has no more choice. "Just don't cry. I don't want to hear George cry anymore."

George sniffles and makes a lethargic smile. "Ok, I'll hang up. It's been too late. See you tomorrow,"

"Am I successful in comforting you?" Ranboo asked a last-minute question.

"Nope, except for..."

"For..." Ranboo joined.

"The pizzas." George chuckled.

Ranboo laughed at the phone. "See, I made you smile, By the way, good night"

"Good night" and George hanged up the phone.

George lied on his mattress, staring at the ceiling while thoughts and emotions start to flow on his mind. He realized time is the most devilish form of villain in his life. Like how time plays with his feelings, or how like time takes things away from him.

He was hurt, by that time. He was happy because their relationship was molded by time. He will heal, and it requires time.

Time, time, time. What a pain in the ass.

George started to promise himself. From now on, he will hate time, and will never deceive by its power.

"From now on," George whispered to himself, keeping his long-live promise.

George's soggy eyes dried and turn heavy. Seconds on, in his own bed, he finally gets his good night's sleep.