OUR TIME (short story)

Our Time (Short Version)

       Trevin Kim, one of the members of the K-pop group called Travelers, walked behind his friends as he stretched. They were backstage and they had just finished performing in a concert. The staff were quickly moving around, giving Travelers the right of way while trying to clean up. Although everyone was moving, Trevin noticed someone next to the wall while standing still. She was beautiful and looked very elegant. She wore a white dress, red high heels, and had long curly black hair. Once their eyes met she suddenly turned around and left. Trevin raised his eyebrows and continued to walk.

       After the end of a few more performances during concerts, television programs, and radio shows, Trevin always saw the same woman, but after their eyes met she would leave. Most of the hallways were the same, some were emptier than others because it led to rooms where the backstage crew didn't need to go. The mysterious woman always left through the empty hallways. Trevin started to think that it wasn't by chance and couldn't help but wonder who she was. After each performance, Trevin found himself searching for her. When he finally saw her again, she stared at him. Trevin stared back and noticed that there was something too intense in her stare. Suddenly she turned around into a hallway and Trevin walked after her, almost ran, but once he got to the hallway, she was nowhere to be seen. Trevin continued to walk, but he didn't see her. It happened more than once, Trevin always ran after her, but she always disappeared and there was never any trace of her. Trevin's curiosity grew. Finally, Trevin caught her after he literally ran after her as she turned to disappear again.

       "Who are you?" Trevin demanded. "Why do I always see you around?"

       The woman smiled, getting Trevin off guard. "I'm someone that deeply loves you," she answered with a serious tone.

       Trevin let go of her arm in confusion. The mysterious woman turned and walked away. The hallway was almost silent, except for her steps with her high heels, but once she turned into a hallway, the footsteps stopped. Trevin ran as fast as he could, wanting to catch up to her, thinking that she was standing still, but she was gone once again. Trevin looked around, but he couldn't find her. Is she a fan? Trevin thought. Only fans will say something like that. It wouldn't be the first time they get backstage.

       Trevin walked back to his room and afterwards went to a club with his friends. When they were surrounded by girls, Trevin stood up and walked to the bar. He felt suffocated being surrounded, but once he arrived at the bar, he froze. He saw someone he least expected, the mysterious woman was sitting down at the bar and drank red wine.

       "So, we meet again," said Trevin as he sat down next to her. "Are you going to tell me who you are?"

       The mysterious woman looked at him, smiled, and asked, "Want to go somewhere?"

       Before Trevin could respond, she stood up and left. Trevin stared after her. She walked very confidently and guys couldn't stop staring at her as she passed by. Trevin's feet started to follow her on their own as he blinked in confusion. He wanted his questions to be answered. She waited for him outside and once she saw him, she started to walk again. Trevin put on his hood and followed her.

       "Where are we going?" Trevin asked as he followed. The mysterious women didn't reply and continued to walk. They walked at least seven blocks away from the club until they arrived at another club, but it was a different type of club. It was for small shows, poetry readers, and coffee drinkers. It was very dark inside and the whole room smelled like coffee. The mysterious woman walked straight toward a table that was in a dark corner. Trevin was surprised, he couldn't believe that there could be a darker place in that room. The mysterious woman sat down without saying a word and looked at the man that was up in the small stage reading his poem. Trevin waited for her to speak, but she didn't speak a word and enjoyed the poem.