INTERSECTION
“Are we going to meet again?” We are now walking from ES street to AV, savouring the last few minutes left until we separate. Not much to pursue, in fact, it’s just about two blocks away. However, the walk in between feels like miles longer. It was better, even if it was basked in silence. And she wasn’t saying anything, my question still hung over the air like a ticking time bomb. Then after a while, she suddenly says, “I like afternoons.” It was so out of the blue. I didn’t know where it actually came from. But as I mulled over her words, watching our feet moved each step forward, I suddenly became more aware of afternoons. The buzzing sound from the streets, the gloomy bright light of the sky and the sun peeking over the clouds awaiting to leave the day. I feel nostalgic. I suddenly
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