Contract || Rosé [Completed]

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Author Pov
A winter morning in New York

As usual, the sun shined melting some snow from the city. New York is as usual busy this early morning. 

And there walks a man with his coat on, as his footsteps on the dried leaf making a crack noise. Makes his way to the nearest Coffee shop so he could help himself be warm and fight his cold. 

"A normal Cuppacino please," says the man as he takes his seat at an empty table. His sight is diverted towards the window of the Café, he admires every detail of the melting snow as little droplets fall on the ground making a dripping sound. 

"Sir, here's your drink" the man places the hot cup filled with caffeine as steam vapors out from it. The Man doesn't care about the temperature of the drink but he just needs a sip of it to calm his cold self. 

As he slowly gulps the hotshot his eyes again divert to a little girl giggling and playing with her parents, unknowingly a sweet and soft smile forms on the man's face as he remembers his childhood. 

The waiter again reaches the table and collects the empty cup as the young man pays his cost of caffeine. He then steps out of the café and takes a walk to the nearby museum. Greeted by the manager of the place a guide shows and tells him the facts the art pieces carry.  The young man takes a closer look at some that catch his attraction, Every single detail on the carved piece of stone touches the young man's soul. 

Before walking to the Mythological section of the Museum a voice calls the man "Hey Y/n!!" the young man looks behind and sees his old friend standing there with a bright smile on his face. Both hug each other as a sign of graticule of meeting after years "Hope you're doing well Jackson" y/n...the young man greets the other. "I'm well tell about you" Jackson or mostly Mr. wang asks y/n.  

Again the sun sets and the street of New York is lit with lights and energy, sometimes y/n wonders how would it be if the world would light like this in happiness. He steps inside his room and hangs the Coat on the stand and bends to remove his shoes. 

He further walks inside and turns on the Fireplace and sits there heating himself while his eyes again divert to the window side by as he sees snow falling slowly and thinks to himself 'This is what feels like my last day in New York'.