Sparks

Aftermath.

2025

CLAUDE'S P.O.V.

I miss her.

Jocelyn Wright.

It's been a month since she came back from Oxford. You could say that she has finished her adventure and will continue her life as the new owner of Wright Enterprise. I went to the ceremony, or what they say is some coronation for Joy, and I didn't have the guts to approach her or even say hello. I want it to be special. I'm still a pussy, anyway.

She was there, wearing her formal attire. I was one step closer to her, but it felt like a mile away from me. I could reach my hand and pull her into my embrace, but a wave of people pulled me out. I could only see her from afar, like a stalker.

I want to talk about so many things like, 'Hey! I did what you told me to, and it was fun, but it wasn't the same without you.'

I have to meet her before I go back to college. Since I'm continuing to Master's degree, I could be busy and don't have much time. I want to spend my holiday with Joy.

Some day, my guts told me to go to the pier, and a blonde sat there. I know her. I can recognize her even in the dark. She looks calm while staring at the sea. No one would sit there and ponder except me, but one person knew about this place. I can't meet her like this. I wondered why she was here when I was about to turn around. There's no way she would have the time.

This is not how I want to meet her.

"Fuck it," I said to myself and approached the woman, and there she was. The green eyes looked at me in shock as my heart beat quickly. After four years of separation, she looked directly into my eyes for the first time. She looks so much better in close. Her skin shone even more, her face didn't look tired as usual, and her hair looked smooth. Overall, she seems very healthy.

She must have been shocked at how much I had changed. I got a tattoo all over my body and a nose piercing. I let my hair long because I had no time to cut it. My clothes also changed—no more varsity jackets. Only wear sweaters, button-up shirts, and coats a lot.

"Hey, soulmate," I said confidently, even while shaking.

Joy quickly got up and pulled me into a hug. A very tight hug. She must feel the same as me, happy.

There's one thing that didn't change about her. Her warm hug comforts my heart.

I pulled the hug away to glimpse her again, "you look good."

"Y- you look... different," Joy stammered, and it was the first time she's ever.

"Is it a good thing or bad?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"It's a good thing," She replied, and we sat together, "How are you?"

"I'm good, you?"

"Never been better," Joy smiled, "Why did you take so long to meet me?"

"Yeah, about that," I scratch the back of my neck, "I didn't know how to approach you. I'm sorry for making you wait."

"What? Is Claude Harris shy now? I used to know her as cocky and confident," Joy teased.

"I am not," I chuckled and felt embarrassed.

"Well... sometimes," Joy smirked.

"Anyway, why are you doing here?" I asked, changing the topic.