Dear Jun

Interlude

How many hours had it been?

The empty blue sky never changed—clouds blocking the view from below, giving more mystery than intended. A destination towards the unknown, not knowing what lies ahead.

What would lie ahead for him after enduring many years without her?

Would she remember him?

Arthur rose from his seat and scooted himself towards the plane's comfort room.

A stuffy, tightly-packed room where a bowl, a sink, and a mirror were his company.

"I look the same."

That was what slipped out from his tongue as his blueish-green eyes landed on the mirror.

He still looked at his prime—golden locks bright as a sun, skin glowing and his face still captures the ideal hero of the world.

The mirror can never capture what lies within the beauty of someone's features.

Inside was a state of a broken man, wondering, wondering if this was all worth it.

"What if..." He dared not finish the thought.

But his mind had its own will.

"What if this never matters anyway?"

What if he, too, was just a speck of dust, a puppet of the endless dream? Experiencing pain, loneliness, heartbreak, despair—the very emotions and feelings that never left her alone for who knows how long, until she breathed her last.

Until she breathed her last.

He shook his head again.

"No. It's too early to give in to sorrow."

A plaything of fate, a man destined to play the role given to him by force, a creature that sought out the most selfish wish.

"I will be with you Jun. Please, just wait for me."

The reflection smiled, but he never felt his muscles twitch.