I looked at your eyes with certainty, loved you past eternity, and the only one I dreamt to marry.
--Someone I was going to marry. To think I'd know you longer as a memory.
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As I stand here, I realize I haven't asked anyone close to me about Medusa, not directly anyway. The thought lingers in the back of my mind as I stare at the lights of Chongqing, China. The city's glow pulls me into a moment of introspection, something visceral. I take a panoramic photo, capturing it all—for you to see what my eyes are captivated by.
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I scroll through the images on my phone, stopping at one that makes me chuckle. This one... I lost my tour guide. We didn't exchange contacts, and the crowds swallowed me up. I couldn't understand a word of Mandarin, missed my flight, and if it weren't for Franchesca's black card, I'd have been stranded here. Lucky me.
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Alright, enough romanticizing city lights.
I flew back in the Philippines and found myself at Potato's house. I knocked—no answer. Peeking through the window, I saw a faint figure, barely visible behind the white curtains. I squinted, trying to make out more, and there she was, fast asleep at the table.
I let myself in. Her keys were still on my wallet's keychain. The house was cozy, almost too warm with its white curtains, light brown chairs, and acacia wood walls. It smelled like fresh cinnamon rolls, a scent that wrapped itself around me like a warm embrace. It reminded me of a small café tucked away from the world.
Two kittens greeted me, jumping up on the couch. One was a white Siamese named Steffy, the other a stray with the quirky name Bhoszxcy. They were still young, barely two months old, their mismatched eyes blinking curiously at me. I scooped them up, their soft purrs filling the quiet room.
Potato was slumped over her laptop, completely out. Her screen showed the draft of her latest book: Heart Stealer, Season II, Chapter II.
