Dear Jun

Interlude

Only a few days have passed, but for him, it felt like years. Years of traveling, years of finding the right destination.

It was finally November.

He walked from Manila to the place where she resided. He will never disclose her location—that was only for him to know.

He walked and walked, and walked. His two feet moving forward, never missing the rhythm of walking. From pavements to grass to sand to tiles, the shoes that protected his feet, the soles that made contact with the ground experienced almost every type of floor that could exist, created by nature or man.

And then, Arthur arrived at the house where his Jun lives.

He gently knocked on the door.