There are only fifteen days before Ye Joon Ji leaves the Philippines. Alison de Franco, Ye Joon's best friend knows they need to seize all those days left for them-- at the same time, she needs to learn how to let him go.
But then, as college is ar...
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8TH OF MAY
I AM torn between pushing Ye Joon to go away immediately because I hate the feeling of counting days, weighing if we seize those days that we're together; or I'll stop time so we could be together longer.
You see, there are only eight days left before Ye Joon leaves.
Is there any scientific explanation why time seems to fly so fast when you want it to be longer?
Like, today, what kind of sorcery or anything can I do to make this day longer?
"Where are we really going?" I ask him.
He doesn't look at me and continue driving instead. The curvy down road we're tracking is familiar.
We're in his eomma's car and he's driving for like fifteen minutes after dragging me out of bed while I'm taking an afternoon nap. The thing is, he doesn't answer any of my freaking questions.
I open my mouth to speak but he put his index finger on his lips, not even throwing a gaze at me. And instead of opening his lazy mouth for a few words, he opens the radio and some The Chainsmoker song plays.
"The easiest way to shut you up," he whispers while his eyes are on the road.
I pout and lean on the backrest.
He's right at that. Songs from the radio really shut me up. There's this hobbit of mine that keeps me anticipated what song would they play next; if ever it would fit my taste or it's a song that I would simply listen but not something to remember. I'm a fan of K-Pop but I love listening to songs of different genres that I'm not familiar, may it be OPM, indie Western music or K-Pop.
Plus, it's a good thing it's the radio and not his music library, or else I would be bombarded with too much Taylor Swift songs. Not that I hate Taylor, I love her voice and lyrics, I just want to listen to other songs, unlike Ye Joon who incorporate Taylor's song with almost everything.
I look outside. The clear blue water of the beach is sparkling below with the rays of the sun soaring high. It's a refreshing view.
I guess I know where we are going today.
Opening the window, the strong winds coming from the seaside blow my hair harshly. I beam.
If my hunch is right, well I'm wearing the right clothes. Yellow tee shirt, knee shorts, and slippers.
Him?
Well, I don't know. I still need to remind him that we're not in Seoul and he should stop wearing his pink hoodie. The heat can kill me anytime and I don't know how he can manage to still wear that cloth. As usual, there's a lollipop in his mouth.
"Did you bring my ukulele?" I ask, trying to surpass my smile as we stop on the parking lot of a beach resort.
He glances at me and smiles coyly before he gets the yellow ukulele from the back seat and hands it to me.
