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After dropping off Jia, Mark finally made his way back home. Exhaustion tugged at his every step, but a refreshing bath beckoned. He let the hot water wash away the day's fatigue before changing into a comfortable outfit—a white baggy shirt and black shorts. Despite the tiredness from all the traveling, sleep was the last thing on his mind.
He threw himself into a chair near his bed, the familiar creak of the wood a comforting sound. Reaching over, he grabbed his silver spectacles from the table, sliding them on before closing his eyes. Memories of the day began to cascade through his thoughts—the laughter, the music, Jia's bright smile. Unconsciously, a smile of his own crept onto his lips.
With a contented sigh, he opened his eyes and reached for his cellphone charging on the nightstand. He scrolled through his gallery, reliving the moments captured in the photos he had taken today. Each image brought back the joy and spontaneity of the day—the candid shots of Jia laughing, the serene landscape from their drive, and the selfies they took together, full of silly faces and genuine happiness.
Mark leaned back, lost in the warmth of these memories, the soft glow of his phone screen the only light in the dim room.
Then, slowly, a melody began to play in his mind. At first, it was faint, a whisper of notes weaving together. He hummed it softly, letting the tune take shape. It took a moment for him to realize the significance of what he was hearing.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction"Mark, your melodies are pulling me in, but I'm wrestling with these lyrics." "Well, can't blame the guitar for wanting to dance with your words. And yes, I admit, my hotness is a bit distracting." "Mark, let the lyrics take center stage without dis...