No More Dream

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Future

Dreams, wealth, ambitions were no longer on his mind. The smeraldo white flowers sitting in the glass vase on the desk next to Jin's bed had long already withered away, crippled, almost as if contaminated by his loss of hope. 

The tapping rain outside the window filled him with longing and nostalgia, remembering the old school days with his friends— how their warmth, smiles, and laughter had always turned the grayest, gloomiest days into spring

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The tapping rain outside the window filled him with longing and nostalgia, remembering the old school days with his friends— how their warmth, smiles, and laughter had always turned the grayest, gloomiest days into spring.

Uncertainty rippled through him, accompanied by the agony and remorse of not knowing what to do next. 

He sat on his couch under the glass chandelier and held the mysterious girl's notebook, the girl he liked in high school. The time loop would only continue; the same pattern over and over again. His friends needed him, but he did not know how to save them. Should he open the notebook?

He blinked down at the notebook, then at the withered flowers, out the window where dreary rain fell, white curtain tied back once and for all, his old camera, sitting somewhere, forgotten. 

"Oh, forget it. Taehyung told me she would help. I need to see what's inside."

He grabbed the notebook and opened it. 

That's when the epiphany occurred. 

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Present: Three Years Ago


Taehyung sneaked down the hallway of the teacher's offices.

Shoulder carrying his torn bag he always lost, wearing a black leather jacket over his untidy school uniform, and holding a mug of tea he drank every morning, he snuck past the daunting school office looking like a lost Parisian in a black-listed part of China. 

 

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