spring ↠daniel k.

iii

it was nearly 6 PM when i walked home. people were everywhere, chit-chating with their friends or relatives. but somehow, in that crowd, i can see a glimpse of your pink hair.

to be honest, i was a bit surprised. but i stopped walking and stare at you.

you were sitting on the corner of the street, playing your guitar. you were wearing a red hoodie. it matches your hair, and i managed to let out a small giggle.

it looks like you heard me. you turned your head towards me and grinned. you signaled me to come closer, and dumbly, i did.

you played some kind of song, but i can't recall on what you are playing. when you finished playing, you asked me why weren't i home yet.

i should be the one asking that.
 

why aren't you home?

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i feel like this is getting boring