LOS TIEMPOS PERDIDOS (THE LOST TIMES)

CHAPTER 3: DEVIL

"You had been groaning for God knows how long it was, Seulgi had been waiting for us for about an hour or two and you're just there sleeping and I'm here throwing questions at you and how foolish I am to believe that you're not awake and was still on your dreamland, sleeping beauty." Wendy complained a thousand times as she watched her friend doing her job in finishing her plain and casual look, the older woman was currently tying her hair into a messy ponytail as she never bothered to answer her grumpy friend who had been spitting all the things she was able to say towards her. The dream, as usual it nagged her mind, again, making her head getting heavily occupied as she moved around her room, it made her heart broke into pieces as if the woman named Lorraine was already a part of her daily movie that sets upon the moment she decided to close her eyes, it did entertain her.

But it wasn't for entertainment purposes, it was something darker.

She did not even notice that her friend had already been dragging her out of her room motioning her to go to the kitchen while directing her to drink something that can bring back her floating sanity. On the other hand, a woman who had her specs on and her eyes focused to her phone had kept herself calm and patient as she waited for them in the living room before they can go. If only it wasn't for the idea of hanging out with her dear friend, she would never bothered to go but what else she can do? She was already there, waiting for them. Her eyes landed to a picture frame were an unfamiliar woman was standing with her ferocious looking eyes that can caught everyone's attention. Something inside her just churned up and down as if the small portrait of the president accidentally captivated her.

"Sorry to keep you wait, Seul." Wendy stepped out of the kitchen. The two had been known to be friends since then, they were attending the same university and had got to have some same subjects that both of them needed to attend. They both found each other to be fun and up 'til now, they kept each other's presence in touch as they occasionally hang out for some 'fun'. You know. Mostly, it was the work of the small woman's jobless years, as she always found a free time to go out with anyone free. Small thing do really matter for her, just like herself. "Do you know Velvet Fragrance?" She asked as she sat down on the couch across her, she nodded and answered.

"Yes, I heard they started to walk in Europe after they successfully landed in the Americas, am I right?" She asked, looking at her.

"Yes, have you already met her? The president you know, that woman in the picture frame?"

Once again she nodded but before she could answer, a light footsteps had made her to look at her friend's back revealing a woman wearing a black plaid tee and skinny jeans. Both of their eyes met followed by a unusual feeling of a light swirl ran to the psychologist's head. Seulgi faked a cough and diverted her eyes back to the young Son who also seemed to notice about her childhood friend's presence. "Eonnie, finally." She pointed the psychologist and proceeded to talk. "This is psychologist Seulgi Kang, the three of us attended the same university but I think you haven't noticed her there since their building was kinda far from yours but I went to some subjects with her and that's how we came to know each other. Seulgi-yah, this is Irene Bae, the president and CEO of Velvet Fragrance, we've been friends since then but she's boring and old you know, she doesn't even know how to fli-"

"WENDY!" The two called her on cue, the woman stopped and showed a peace sign to the two of them. Irene glared at her as she stretched her hand towards the psychologist.

"I'm Irene, nice to meet you." She said, waiting for the professional to accept her hand.

"Seulgi, Seulgi Kang. Nice to meet you." She awkwardly introduced herself as she accepted her hand.

Little did they know that a tingling sensation was transmitted to their systems as their hands met, their hearts thundered with involuntary beating as their eyes landed to each other, an unexplainable feeling of yearning hurt their inner ego as they let go.