SHOOTING STARS, h. rindou

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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
his haven

Always Be My Baby by David Cook
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RINDOU’s POV

But I lied to myself.

I said that I would never get attached to anyone. But here I am, still waiting for her return.

It's been three years since the last time I chased her in the airport but unfortunately, she didn't looked back at me, calling out for her. I was devastated, but still waited for the right time. Like what I said before, I will wait for her.

Love really do something on people's mind that will make them insane, huh? I thought it was just all science and myths, but now, I'm experiencing it. Which is pretty unbelievable, specially from a person like me, that doesn't believe in such thing like falling in love.

"Dude, you've been spacing out. Listen up." Sanzu nudge me as I shook my head, daydreaming again.

"Sorry, why are we here again?" I asked. As they all face palmed at my question.

"Goodness, we're talking about the disbandment of the Rascals." Ran answered.

"Oh, yeah... Right." I muttered as I focused again in this discussion.

The Covered Rascals is now near its end, tomorrow, we are going to announce about the disbandment of the group since we all agreed to it. We're now near at out thirty's and Ran... He fucking needs a wife at his age. Back to the topic, Izana and Kakucho were the ones to agree first with the disbandment, followed by Sanzu and me. For Ran, ofcourse, he's upset about it but he already know that it's either good or bad, nothing in this world lasts.

After the discussion, we already prepared for probably the swarming paparazzi outside the agency, with fiery questions that needs to answered. They really like to have their noses in someone else's huh? Well, that's the showbiz industry for you.

We all walked away in different paths and headed to our cars. I stared blankly at the maneuver wheel, out of nowhere, opening the compartment near the wheel and to see a polaroid camera and a stack of polaroids. I grabbed the first five polaroids to see what's in it, and it was mostly her smiling figure at the beach where we usually go there to escape from all the stress.

I put it beside the vacant shotgun seat, as I grabbed another batch of polaroids. Some of them are pictures of sceneries we took at any given time. Some of them are also wacky faces we took, making me chuckle at how funny our faces look like. While the others are mostly her pictures, it's either candid or not.

One picture caught my attention and it was a picture of our silhouettes, it was at the beach and that time was sun down. Our backs, facing the camera, both looking at each other's face. Visible to see our smiles even though it looks like the ray of the sun could almost swallow our silhouettes. In the space below the main picture is words and numbers written.