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Chapter 2

- Her -

*April 2, a year ago from present year*

I was comfortably lying on the couch in his apartment. My arms are sprawled, legs stretched out, when he suddenly dropped the porcelain bowl on the coffee table in front of me. I jumped in surprise, and he took the chance to sit down and slide my legs off the sofa.

"I was sleeping." I mumbled as I sat cross legged while starting to munch on the food he brought.

"Yeah, sleeping." He mocked. "In my house. On my couch. During my me-time." He grumbled as he flipped the channels on the TV.

"You whine too much, girl."

"You're welcome for the dinner." He remarked sarcastically, again.

I smiled and moved closer to rest my head on his shoulder. "Thank you, dear Sir, for your limitless generosity and unfailing sincerity." I bat my eyelashes and slightly purr to annoy him.

I hear his slight chuckle as he pushed his glasses up his nose bridge - a common habit when he tries to hide his sudden show of emotion.

He shrugged my head off him while saying, "You should get your own apartment here if you're always staying over like this."

I snort. "May I remind you that a certain someone once said, quote-unquote, stay and feel at home, or, you don't have to go home it's already late, or, you can always stay here." I grumble mouth full with his delicious rice bowl.

He chuckled slightly again. And fixed his eyes on the show playing in front.

"Oh, this is so good." I say while chewing.

I laugh at the witty remark the character on the show we were watching made and I glanced at the man beside me expecting to see him laughing.

He wasn't.

His eyes had this blank expression I have seen all day. Probably one of the reasons why he didn't want me to leave today. I've been subtly asking him all-day and he's been blatantly ignoring it.

"Okay, cut this out. Spill. What's wrong, old man?"

I see his jaw move the tiniest bit before he closed his eyes and rested it at the back of the couch.

I stood up abruptly, cradling my dinner bowl and moved to his kitchen, "If you're not talking, I'm leaving right this ins--"

"It's her."

I freeze.

He didn't mention a name but I knew who he was talking about. I stopped hearing about her from his mouth more than half a year ago. But he sounded like he's been saying her name every day.

"What about her?" I asked calmly, surprised my voice didn't betray what I was really feeling.

I hear him sigh and I know he's rubbing his face with both hands.

I have a feeling on where this is going.

"She's coming back."

I was great at predicting things. But never feelings.

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