I snapped back to reality as I heard an old man cursing and complaining at me. "Lady please, don't block my way. I'm already in a hurry."
I stepped aside and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry po. I'll fasten my pace and let you pass by po."
He glared back at me. I came back to the dorms, lying on the bed, exhausted.
The man with flowers, his familiar feet that made my lips curl into a warm smile. His sincere eyes made me giddy yet the tragedy that happened in an instant, I could only stare back in his sorrowful eyes. Why did he have to die?
Mia, snap out from it. It's just a daydream. An illusion that your imagination creates.
I wrote down every detail that I could remember in my brown journal. Yet, how can I write on the journal the mysterious masked figure gave me?
