Dear Jun

Interlude

"Destination?"

His lips curled slightly, revealing the answer with a piece of paper.

After a quick glance, he was good to go.

The country he once knew had advanced a lot. Technology sure was man's best friend at this rate. He did hear about the downfall of Earth, but it seemed that they have finally found a way to mitigate the cause and prevent further damages, while making sure to restore as much as Earth's prime without compromising the growth of their discoveries.

At least the sky was still the same—clear blue skies, fluffy clouds, warm sunlight touching his cheeks.

The ride on the plane was pretty calm—not much mutters from strangers, and just the soft snores of an exhausted worker who was returning back home.

A lengthy hour of gazing at the empty vast clouds, to losing interest at whatever show shown on the mini television, to finally have something clicked inside his head.

Write.

Yes... Write his own thoughts on paper.

He did buy a notebook, after all.

There's so many things he wanted to say to her. So many things that will be lost in time if he never places them somewhere that will preserve such part of his heart.

"Dear Jun."

Arthur Pendragon chuckled softly to himself. The pen soon moved on its own, his hand being the motor to keep the ballpoint ejecting ink against the smooth sheet of paper.

A short but sweet collection of words later, the last few words was the finishing touch.

"From, Arthur"