Dear Jun

Twenty Three

"Next stop is..."

He was finally here.

The country where she was born.

"Excuse me. Your ID please."

Arthur showed the papers needed to pass.

After waiting for his luggage to be pickable, he finally left the building and experienced the fierce gaze of the sun, blinding his vision momentarily.

Outside were people with different groupings—some have families, others only their lovers, while a few ventured alone like him.

In this world, he was Arthur Pendragon, a tourist from Europe. His destination was a certain province in a certain region, where it was almost a neighboring capital of where he was now.

Manila.

He felt his heartbeat drum, his chest tightening.

Just a few more things he needed to do, he was so, so close.

"I'll be there soon, Jun."