The Old Days

Ch.9

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A twenty year old man; sapphire eyes and pale blond hair; just came back from doing an acting gig. His movie was almost done. It took nearly a year. He was currently walking to the park to meet up with his girlfriend.

'I'm so exited to tell her about the shoot! I wonder if she's already at the park' Sting said. He fished out his phone to call her. 

"Hey, Sting," Lucy said on the other line.

"Hey, sweetheart," Sting smirked. He heard Lucy chuckle a bit.

"Sting, what do you need?" Her laughter died down.

"Are you already at the park?" Sting inquired.

"Yeah, about that. I was about to call you, but I can't. I have to do something," Lucy said sadly. Sting's shoulder dropped. "I'm really sorry,"

"N-No! It's alright! I understand. Next time, then. Okay, bye, blondie," Sting said. Then, hung up. 'Blondie can't come..oh well...' Sting sighed. He planned on just going to walk around the town square. 

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'Busy as usual' Sting thought. His hands dug deep in his pockets. He was strutting along the sides. He went to the store. In hopes of finding something to buy for his girlfriend. He looked through the array of dresses. Though, to his dismay, he didn't find anything fitting for Lucy. He groaned. He exited the boutique and found himself on the sidewalk. He began to walk amongst the crowd. However, a flash on sun-kissed hair caught his eye. 

'Lucy?' His steps faltered. He searched for the yellow hair he just saw a second ago. His eyes trailed from a person to each person. 'Til he saw his girlfriend. 

Sting's eyes widened.

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A twenty-six year old man sat at the bar. His sapphire eyes stared down at his empty glass. He ran a hand through his pale blond hair. He sighed. He played with his cup, the two ice cubes inside the cup, spun around along with the glass. 

"Why am I reminiscing the old days?"  The blond gave out an insincere laugh. 

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