Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Nineteen

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And the only thing that George made at that moment was to stare in that room and all the mirrors that were hanged on there.

"Why not come in?" Karl insisted. "You said you'd return the book,"

George looked behind him and noticed Karl smiling at him. That smile is not a facade. Instead, it was something that shows gratitude and great honesty. It was a soft smile that has no other meaning carved in it.

But George was still scared to go forward, and Karl was just only there watching him in the back. His heart thumps faster than it usually beats. He can feel his bile rising in his throat, and he could only swallow, but now mixed with fear.

George could feel his body tremble, his heart sinking in, his forehead drenched in sweat. His eyes nearly blur. But he had no choice.

His first step never sounded like heels. He could feel some vibration from the floor. It makes his heart burst and the mirror beside him reflected only the book.

The book and that book only.

He carefully walks forward, and the door behind him is closed. It was immediately followed by a lock clicked. His whole body became sticky with sweat, yet his hands and palms could freeze. His hands could shake he may drop the book.

Karl advanced and approached the desk in the room, that is facing the door. He sat on the deck while looking at George, who approached the twelfth shelf, shaking with nervousness.

He looked at all the mirrors in his room with a floating book. His trap worked. No matter how George could flex his body, the true secrets will always be spilled.

George froze and only looked at Karl's innocent face.

"So my suspicions are true, you are indeed a time traveler," Karl said in a joking tone.

"Me, uh. Uh... A time...time traveler?" George stuttered, his collar heating. "That must have been a joke!"

Karl only smiled at him. "Come on George, there's no point of lying," Karl stands up. " George Davidson, from the year 2021,"

The frantic smiled on George's lips was replaced by a frown by just a flash. "What are you trying to say? Are you stalking me? How did-"

"Shushushushush" he cut George's words. "Don't worry George, we two have something in common,"

"And what was it?"

Karl cleared his throat first. "I'm a time traveler too,"

George stared at his eyes, but George could only see the sincerity and honesty in his words. But, how?

"I know you have too many questions to ask George," Karl looked at George's blank face. "You're secrets are safe from me,"

"Except that, I have no reflection, how did you know that I am a time traveler?" George raised one of his brows. "I mean I am not, I'm just a victim of time. I just got here for no reason, and I don't know how to go back..."

"You don't know how to go back? How interesting..."

"Answer my question first," George starts to get mad, but Karl lowers his pride down to ease their conversation.

"Well, when I reviewed my record book, I saw you misspelled the year today of the year from where you are. And when I grab the book "Art of War" I saw you in one of what you call that, television," Karl tried to find his words. "So I set a trap to confirm that my hypothesis is right,"