They lived together. They separated. They met again.
23:59 is filled with sweet and painful memories.
When they encounter each other again, will 23:59 erase the painful ones, or add to heightened feelings of developing admiration?
I should really s...
[AN: I want to further fasten this story as I want to concentrate on something else. Please bear with the BrightWin moments for the meantime. I won't totally expand their story – maybe into a different ff, but I just want Bright distracted.
I also won't expand Mew and Saint's story, although... they are my ghostship.
Wait... should I expand?
Should I not...
Confused.]
Gulf was in a sour mood.
He sat by his usual post at the beach trying to attract foreigners into being sketched, but he can't pick up his mood. Behind him, Bright was strumming his guitar lazily while observing his friend's face. Gulf scowled as he erased for the 6th time his landscape drawing.
"Want to go home instead?" Bright suggested.
"No. I haven't had customers yet."
"That's because you're murdering your sketch pad for a few hours now."
"What? No. I just can't seem to get it right today."
"Does it have anything to do with that?"
Bright pointed his guitar at a couple conversing by the beach. Mew was with Saint walking at the edge, barefoot and carrying their shoes. Gulf noticed that Saint was wearing one of Mew's loose and patterned shirts, as well as his beach shorts.
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"He's a beauty isn't he?" Bright said.
Gulf can't argue with that. Even him as a man find Saint to be very pretty. Almost like a prince who doesn't know a single household chore. But what did he call Mew that day? Honey?
Yesterday, he didn't even see Mew's shadow. He also didn't call, and Gulf thought that it might be because of Saint. Never once during their conversations did Mew told him he has a lover. But then again, he didn't ask.
And so what if Mew has a lover? What does it have to do with him?
Bright sighed. "Stop glaring at them."
"I'm not glaring!"
"Yes you are. If you have laser eyes, you could've bore a hole on them already."
