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十九

the hideout

i was looking through my childhood album until i saw a box full of folded notes. i opened a yellow-colored note and literally just laughed at my old self.

"'ugh! i'm 6 but i want to be 16 already!'" i read.

yeah, i wanted to be 16 because i thought that i'd be able to do whatever i wanted to do and that 16-year-old students look really cool.

turned out that i was super wrong.

i'm twenty-one years old and i basically just want to be a six-year-old kid again. well here i am, doing hard work unlike the six-year-old me.

i opened another note. but this time, i opened a pink-colored note.

"'i'.. 'like you'?" i read.

did i write this? was i really lonely to the extent that i'd even say 'i like you' to myself?

"hold on," i stopped, currently narrowing my brows "this isn't my handwriting though." i took the other note that i opened earlier and compared it with the note that i'm currently looking at.

i opened even more notes to confirm that it wasn't really my handwriting.

i received a sudden phone call from an unknown number.

"hello?" i picked up.
"meet me in front of our secret hideout at 11:30 p.m."
"wha-" aish. why am i always getting cut-off?