Nyctophillia | p.jm

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ANGIE

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Jimin sent me a message, telling that he wants to meet up. Earlier this morning, I couldn't find him at his apartment.

Chimchim : Angie, can you meet me up at the park?

Angie : Yeah sure, what's up anyway?

Chimchim : nothing, and can you just walk here?

Angie : why? I mean sure I can, but why?

Chimchim : Just walk here, please

Angie : since you say please then..sure.

I run to my room, to go change my clothes, and jeans. I tuck my hair with the beanie, and have I mention my hair is getting longer?

Well, my hair is now at the same length as my shoulder, it's already long. I don't actually know why I want to bring my backpack.

I locked the door, because the boys aren't home yet, they're still busy delivery milks. I start to walk myself to the street, but suddenly someone stopped me.

An old woman-probably in her eighties? Called me, so I stopped and asked of she needs a help.

But she rather said, "You are so beautiful, I was once as beautiful as you", she smiled widely. Then she pulls out a book, a vintage book, written ' Pride and Prejudice ' with the author of Jane Austen.

"W-why are you-"

"Take this book, please you're beautiful, it is an old book, but this story, can always makes your heart flutter no matter how old it is", she said, handing me the book.

I have no other choice, then to take it. I thanked her, and hugged her as a return for giving me such a wonderful gift, though I don't even know who she is.

"Hope to meet again, Miss Angie", she curved her lips even more wider, she's creepy. I nodded my head, as I continue on walking.

While walking, I flipped the book to pages. Until I found a piece of paper. The paper doesn't look old, so I decided to read it.

You're beautiful, and guess what else is beautiful? Look beside you, and you can see, varieties of beautiful you.

At first I thought it was just a love letter, that the old woman had. But I turn my head to the side, and my jaws dropped.

It's a painting of beautiful art, it looks like cherry blossoms, but it isn't. It's much more beautiful. My feet suddenly walked to the wall by itself, and how funny I spotted another piece if paper.

It's very beautiful, this is what we called ' autumn beauty '. It's beautiful, and so do you. How about you continue on walking, and find the next beautiful things.

"How did this paper know I'm walking?", I looked around the street, maybe there was someone behind all this. But nobody, it's getting creepier, but since it says next beautiful things, why not continue?