prologue 00:
'..today the sun was as beautiful as ever.
but lonely. very lonely.
the moon left it again. slowly and quietly.
the girl painted her nails yellow for the sun to notice, but it became too fond of you, that it didn't notice.
it was waiting for the moon painfully and joylessly in the sky..' writes rose as she sips her tea.
there is warmth emitting from the oven from where she's sitting. she steals a peek from the oven to find the cake looking perfect.
she swallows her tea before turning the oven off to leave the cake in it to stay warm.
the time reads 19:41 when the corners of her lips tug up at the sound of the doorbell ringing. "coming" she says and places her book on the table beside the kettle.
"tell me this isn't the best scent to come home to" rose tells jack with one hand on her hip and one on the doorknob.
"it is, indeed" replies jack. "what is it this time? cinnamon?" he asks, as he takes his creamy sneakers off to leave them beside the door, and the moment his white socks make an appearance, dodo is quick in running to sniff his socks and shoes.
jack bends down to pet his furry head and smiles at the feeling of dodo's wet nose on his clothed-knee.
"were you on a run?" asks rose, as she heads to the kitchen, with jack following.
"but, you haven't run in ages, jack." she raises her brows in skepticism. "felt like it" shrugs jack.
jack is rose's neighbor who lives next door. he was a friend of hers before being her neighbor. he lives by himself after he lost his wife a couple of months ago.
"are you okay?" she asks him out of concern after having her hand placed on his warm arm.
he nods and gets up from his kneeled position when dodo starts making his way to where his bowls of food and water are.
"am I making the tea or are you?" jack changes the subject, clapping his hands.
"I am" she says, after rolling her shirt-sleeves. "you can wash your hands, and the tea'll be ready."
'..18:43 is the time when the sun meets its moon. hearts become full at 18:43.
there is a justification behind the golden hour.
It is called the golden hour because these two lovers with hearts full of warm stars inside meet.
they sip their drinks, unhurriedly because they don't want this warm golden time to end.
he is too enraptured by the golden scenery, as she is captivated by his golden eyes..' reads adam.
there is cool air tickling his neck coming from the air conditioner where he's sitting, as he sips his tea.
the time reads 19:44 as he closes the book, and the corners of his lips form a pout when he hears a knock on his door.
"come in" says adam after swallowing the hot drink.
"sir, there's a lady with her son asking if you're free to see her child" says lisa, her tone unhappy.
adam sighs, "without an appointment, again?" and lisa nods.
"fine. they can come in" he tells lisa, before she nods and smiles at the woman and child. "he's ready to see you."
adam hears footsteps of heels before a black-haired woman comes in with her child who doesn't look older than 9 or 10.
adam stands up and motions to the seats in front of his desk, "have a seat, please."
the woman closes the door, gently and holds the boy's hand to make him sit on the chair.
"what seems to be the problem?" asks adam.
the mother breathes in, "my son has been complaining about his chest tightening when he sleeps. his schoolteacher called me and told me that he has been coughing a lot in class. I've noticed it too at home."
as the mother speaks, adam writes 'asthma' on an orange-colored sticky note before folding his hands on his desk.
