𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚. yeonji

𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞-𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭

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As the morning sky brightened signaling the start of a new day, Chand, who's still lying down on the soft mattress, lazily stretched out his long limbs as if shaking off the traces of sleep.

The sudden change in the environment caused Chand to wake up earlier than usual. He hasn't adjusted quite yet to his new surroundings and the countryside lifestyle.

He soon came down from his room after realizing that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep.

Chand took a short glance at the clock hanging by the wall. 5:43 am, he read.

It was early— actually, earlier than he had ever woken up to.

He knows that no one's awake at this ungodly time yet, but he started to wonder when he sees the opened front door as if someone had purposely left it at that.

Confused, Chand walked out of the house and unto the open porch. He shivered slightly when he felt a cool breeze passed by him, his thin white shirt not really giving much warmth.

He rubbed his hands together and hugged himself, trying to keep his body warm, while his eyes looked around the wide beachfront. The sun was starting to rise, and the sky was becoming a little bit brighter as the seconds tick by.

His eyes stopped short at the figure sitting on the fine white sand a few meters from where he was standing. It was Kali.

She was wrapped around in a thick blanket and her silky brown hair was softly waving as the wind gently brushed against it. Her back facing him.

He hadn't seen her for so long. One? Two months maybe?, he thought. The last was when they had that pool party.

Seeing her now made him realize how much he had actually missed her presence. But he won't admit it, not when he knew he didn't have any right to feel anymore of that.

Chand then remembered their last conversation. He had acted very selfish back then. He knew. Yet he couldn't find the courage to apologize to her.

He felt hurt. No, he's still hurting.

But something about their last conversation bothered him. What was it that she was trying to tell me again?, he pondered.

Lost in his thoughts, Chand didn't noticed the tall figure behind him. "What are you doing?" It was Declan. 

"Shit!" Startled, Chand almost felt himself jumping back from the sudden voice that spoke.

Declan, who saw his reaction, only looked at him without much emotion. He was too tired to even give off a proper response.

He isn't much of a morning person to say the least.

"Why are you up so early?" Chand asked the younger lad, confused because Declan usually wakes up last among their circle.

"I should be the one asking you that. What are you even doing out here?" Declan rubbed his tired eyes but stopped when he noticed a familiar back at a distance.

"Ah... that's why."

He faced the older again, "Don't you think it's about time for the both of you to talk?"

Chand stayed silent. He knew Declan was right and that he should talk to her.

He needs to swallow the anger he's feeling, in order for him to have a decent talk with her and to finally move on from the past—that is, her.

Yes, what he needed was closure.

"Hmm," Chand hummed, looking back to Kali's sitting figure.

And with resolve, he walked towards her.