How I Married My Bias

CHAPTER 10

I took a sip from the glass of milk momentarily as I typed down the words on my laptop. I have to finish the book by tomorrow and submit the draft by Sunday.

I'm almost finished with it though. It was past 12 midnight. The air was cold even inside my room and I coughed occasionally. I think I'm having a cold from yesterday.

YESTERDAY.

RAIN.

COLD.

It reminded me again of what happened yesterday. I tried to shake it off because I can't really focus on my work. But I could still feel it. It was so real, so magical.

I stopped working at about 3 am because I'm tired and even if I continue working, I can guarantee that the work would be a mess.

I put the empty glass of milk in the sink and slipped under the covers. I sighed as I looked at the ceiling of my room. I glanced around the room, sliding my vision from wall to wall.

Then my eyes caught glance on my bookshelf. It has been a while since I last read a book. The Locket was the last one I've read.

A thought popped into my head. I jumped out of bed and get the book from the mystery guy. I opened it and scanned the pages from the first to the last. I scan every page.

I found the familiar pencil marks on page 7. I went on until page 26 but there were no pencil marks. Then, on page 34, I found another pencil mark under the word 'You're'.

I scanned the next pages and found other words with pencil marks too. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote the words down.

Don't ever doubt yourself
Because
You're
Everything
I
Imagined
You
Would
Be

Then it hit me, a realization that's just too mind boggling to handle. I covered my mouth in disbelief as I read the words I listed. It's a message.

The answer to the puzzle I've been solving for days is now emerging from its murky depths of clandestine. I grabbed my bag and get the letters I received.

Both address leads to a vacant lot. Both sender claims the name 'Power'. POWER. I quickly get my phone from my bed side table.

I literally threw my phone in shock afterwards. The mystery has been solved. I think I found a way out of this maze.

All these mysteries are connected, working on me like a chain reaction. The first letter says that he will meet me at Seventeen's Performance and we did meet there, twice even.

The second letter was a reply to my torn away diary page that I threw on the park. I searched the net and found out that Seventeen did a commercial in the same park on that same day which explains how he might've stumbled on my crumpled paper.

I was certain that Power refers to him because that's was the English translation of his name.

The underlined words from the book he sent me were the same words he said to me yesterday.

It was definitely him.

Letters.
A pencil-marked book.
Words.
Phone booth.
Yesterday.

These things are all connected. The mystery guy was none other than Jeon Wonwoo himself.