Dear Jun

Interlude

The plane finally landed at its destination.

The scenery shown at the window was nice. He didn't really have the luxury to stroll around as he had to get to the next plane.

He bought snacks to eat while on the plane—food he never indulged in personally, but a certain someone had influenced him to be a fan of sweets.

Baked chocolate chip cookies, butter cookies, and soft bread rolls.

She may not be here physically, but she was always here in his heart.

"We still have an hour left before the next flight. Let's check the view over there."

In his vision, he saw a certain woman with raven hair nod, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement—a polar opposite of her rather stiff and passive body movement.

Her lithe hands tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, her lips pursing as her eyes that made him see the light from the darkness within begged him to say yes.

"Alright, alright. We still have time. We'll have time."

His voice was filled with a tinge of sadness. Of course, she wasn't there to hear him.

A nice spot to sit down and relax. A large screen not far from where he was sitting, but not too close to cause eye strain. People walking left and right, going through their own destination.

That would be a good place to drink in the moment, to live in the view.

HIs two feet walked towards a different path, away from the place of relaxation.

The chime of the PSA echoed inside the building.