She stands about 5'6", medium build, with a long wavy red hair. She was in great shape. I thought I saw a model wearing my sweater with a slender outline. Her small face bears no expression who looks as clueless as I am.
Perhaps not.
While I held my guard up (which was ironic), I closed my eyes for two things:
1. I'm probably dreaming.
2. I tried recalling yesterday.I opened my eyes, and she's still standing. My phone says today is Monday.
A flash. I remember a flash.
After grabbing her away from the ledge, I remember another flash and pulling her back inside the rooftop access.
A loud clash followed. An explosion - of which I have heard before but equally unfamiliar.
The was a storm. There was thunder and lightning. Lightning struck somewhere close. My face turned pale as I turned to her. She turned her face at me.
I was absolutely petrified.
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Fate Street: Bae-Young
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