FORTY-EIGHT

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"Don't worry, I'll always be there for you. "-

Yeonjun finally stated, stoking my hair gently before giving a soft kiss on my head, which worked like a slow love shot, creating strange fluttering feelings in the cardiac tissues of my heart.

Was I like this before?...

°°°

I was outside my house, probably Yeonjun must be standing here outside, waiting for me..

As I stepped out, I found it odd.

This was more than strange, he wasn't here today.

A bit of confusion, terror and unknown 'what ifs' instantly started filling my head as I looked around, hoping he would pop up in front of me.

Is he sick?

Should I go check on him?

That seems right, I guess.

Taking slow steps through the roadsides, I noticed some dried leaves, fallen in the  sidewalk, decorating it with a different kind of beauty.

Winter was near. I like the season. The reason can be it that it takes away the dried  past, renewing them by letting them fall off, just as the the dried leaves.

I like it that way.

The road was not too crowded which got in the list of my likings, too.

Quite about fifteen minutes of walking, I felt kinda strange... Like seriously.. I would have reached Yeonjun's home by this time but... What am I doing ...

In front of my house?

No, I'm sure that I'm not seeing things.. Why am I here? Where did all the distance go I walked these last fifteen minutes?...

This is giving me bad feeling..

Something isn't right..

And then, I felt a blow right beside me, which caused my skirt to lift up a little that I had to use my palms,preventing it to go more up...

What is happening?

And in the next blink of an eye, I wasn't in the place I was right now...not anymore... In stead of the brick built house with perfect linings and plasters, I saw something else...

The things that got captured in my eyesight were the crowd of long oak trees, situated not too far from each other..

It didn't take me more than two seconds to figure out the place I was in right then.

Why am I in the woods?

What the heck.. Gosh...

My fists tightened on my bag, nearly squeezing it as if it was a bread's uncooked dow. My eyes randomly travelled everywhere at the place, trying to get any possible clues of what was actually happening.

I felt my blood circulator organ to run in it's fastest motion, as if it was about to explode at any time.

Even after the weather being cool enough, small drops of sweats still gathered in the both sides of my forehead, making my side bangs to go a bit drenched.

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