rachel andrews
here i am in han river.
still no compass.
i was devastated. whoever has it hopefully they'll return it. if dad was still alive, will he be angry at me for losing the compass? the bigger question is:
am i even worthy to have it?
it could have been seunghan unnie but why me? if it was with me i would have opened the compass and looked for clues but sadly, it wasn't. i feel so lost and empty without it.
i plug in my earphones and put on my playlist. the song was just timing since the song 'compass' by the neighborhood played. i quietly sang along with it as the song ended, i felt a tap on my shoulder. i removed my earphones and looked up to see a guy. he sat beside me and gave me a small smile, which somehow gave me this light feeling.
"ethan," he said as he nodded and so did i.
"have you ever lost something that was very important to you?" he asked as he was looking at the river.
woah. i look at him then at the river.
"yeah, i have."
"what was it?"
"a compass."
"why is it important?"
"it was given by my dad who is already dead."
"im sorry to hear that." grayson says.
"thanks. i get that a lot."
i looked at him and he gave me a curious look always with a smile.
"im ethan dolan, and i believe that this beautiful compass belongs to a beautiful person like you," he said as he showed me a compass, which made me both happy and surprised because it was indeed my compass.
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compass °• ethan dolan
Short Story❝It's funny how a compass brought us. I was actually expecting us bumping into each other or something more romantic.❞ C O M P L E T E D
