Miles Away

Chapter 3

The following chapter will be narrated by the same 3rd person but scenes will occur at the same time in 2 different places. Mental stability is advised while amusement is guaranteed.

P. S.

Enjoy reading this chapter while listening to Regina Spektor's "US". Video link is in this chapter :)

<Eyzell>

Coincidence

: a situation in which events happen at the same time in a way that is not planned or expected

: the occurrence of two or more things at the same time

: the state of two or more things being the same

September 30, 2013

Rue Sainte Croix de la Bretonnerie (Paris)

McKinley Parkway, Bonifacio Global City (Philippines)

I suggest you imagine watching two television screens at the same time as I narrate. At this moment, 5:13 pm for Philippe and 11:13 pm for Heather, they are both standing in front of the doors of their apartments. Philippe, carrying nothing but his bag slides his keycard into the automatic key card hole while Heather struggles to find her keys in her bag. As Philippe enters the apartment, two kids jump up from their seat on the carpet and hug his legs stopping him by the entrance; Heather successfully comes in her apartment, turns on the lights and throws her shopping bags on the empty couch in her living room.

"Luna, Richard, let Philippe come in first he must be tired from school." Wendy, the mum of the children comes in the living room with dishwashing liquid on her hands giving Philippe the go signal to escape from unwanted playtime for a rest in his room. Heather on the other hand, opens her closet and took out a matching pair of Coca-cola pajamas then throws them on her bed.

"I'm awfully tired." Both of them spoke as Philippe starts taking off his coat and shirt and Heather ties her hair in a bun standing up beside their beds. All that Philippe wanted at this hour is to fall asleep for the rest of the day and so does Heather. Both have been thinking the same thing before deciding to take a rest, it is a nice warm bath.

Heather drags herself out of her bedroom and into her bathroom. For both of them, the bedroom and the bathroom were the heart and core of their current shelters. Philippe's room was all in white and blue; blue curtains, blue bed sheets, blue carpet flooring and most of his clothing in his closet are in different shades of blue. Heather's was more of a minimalist in her interior, white walls, white sheets, white curtains and a flawless wooden flooring. Heather wanted it all plain like a canvass; for she knew she'd be filling her apartment with her own books and paintings soon.

Both bathrooms have a low and large tub on the left side, Philippe has a shower head above the tub while Heather's have a separate glass room for a shower bath right next to her immaculate sink and mirror. Below their tubs is a rich rug that would seem to massage a wet foot emerging out from a hot bath. Beside the sink and the mirror is Philippe's wardrobe filled with casual teenager shirts and jeans, school uniform, coats and ties for special occasion. All in all, the bathroom was where both dwell into quick relaxation, lost in the soothing steaminess of hot water and vanity.

"That professor, I never liked him anyways. He's too immature for his age." Philippe spoke to himself spreading his arms on the sides of his tub.

"My legs hurt so bad now I'm reminded why I never liked shopping." Heather spoke to herself as she massages her left leg.