Missing The Sun

Chapter XX: Misery

"If you've completed all the documents, I will help forward them to the faculty and university." Mrs. Pichamon said, looking directly at one of her top students. "What made you change your mind, Sun? The registration for the double degree program is almost over, and now you're applying." she asked.

"It's fine, Mrs. Pichamon. I discussed it with my parents and have thought it through. I want to give it a try," Sun replied with a smile. "I'm excited about spending two semesters in the Netherlands."

"Are you sure about your choice of university?"

"Yes, ma'am. The University of Amsterdam. I've never been more certain."

"As an alumnus who completed my Master's there, I couldn't be happier to welcome you to my alma mater, Sun," she said, standing and gently patting her shoulder. "I'm confident you'll be accepted and enjoy your time there. Amsterdam is a beautiful city, and the University of Amsterdam is among the best for your interests."

"I hope so, ma'am."

"Good luck, Sun."

Sun stood up from her seat and made her way out of the room. As she exited, she noticed a large crowd gathering on the sports field, the students clad in a variety of faculty colors that represented their respective departments. Intrigued by the lively atmosphere, she decided to follow the throng and soon realized that a women's basketball match was underway as part of the campus Olympic events. The competition featured her own faculty pitted against the Engineering faculty, a matchup that promised excitement. However, deep down, she felt a twinge of hesitation and knew that attending this match might not have been the best choice for her.

As she weighed her options and contemplated turning back, one of her classmates unexpectedly reached out and grabbed her arm. This gesture was quickly accompanied by a group of enthusiastic girls who rallied around her, urging her to come and support their faculty team. Their excitement was infectious, and despite her initial reluctance, Sun found herself swept up in the moment, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her peers.

"Sun, let's watch! Support our faculty!"

"Aw. I can't. I have other things to do."

"Come on!"

"Yes, Sun. It looks fun."

"Just for a little while."

Sun sighed but smiled faintly, saying, "Alright, I'll watch, but just for a bit."

"That's the spirit! Let's go!"

As she settled in, the match began, and the excitement among spectators grew. Cheers filled the air, and Sun was swept up in a wave of nostalgia, recalling an incident from her third year of school.

During the final match against S-TAR's longtime rival in women's basketball, the tension was palpable. One player, tasked with guarding her closely, caused a severe ankle injury that sidelined her for a year and forced her to give up her passion for the sport.

Her memories were interrupted by a loud cheer from the Communication Faculty as number 11 scored a three-pointer. She leapt up in celebration, refocusing on the game until number 23 entered the field.

The Engineering Faculty erupted in applause for Ongsa, who arrived late and looked a bit disheveled. Sun smiled at her effortless style in the dark blue and gold jersey, sensing that the match was about to become even more thrilling.

"COME ON, FACULTY OF COMMUNICATION!" 

"WE CAN WIN THIS."