《ρυℓѕє; chanlix. [BOOK ONE] ✓》XVII
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Hey. Why are you still up?
Insomnia again, why are YOU still up?
I thought you had pills for it
Answer my question
Nothing lol, dw about it
If you say so
Wanna meet up at the park?
Sure, why not
I'll be there in 15
Hopefully I don't caught by my sisters lol
What about your parents?
My dad 's on a business trip. What about YOUR parents, huh?
Not this again... See you in a few
Fine
I frowned at my phone. This did seem a little fishy. Every time I came over, Chan was home alone. Maybe his parents are always at work?
Quickly scrambling around my room, I found a black mask that covered up most of my face(including the dried tear streaks on my red cheeks). A black ring hat I had found lying around helped complete the outfit. I tip-toed out my room, every step making a small squeaky sound.
It was nearly 4am as I snuck out of our house into the chilly air. I inhaled a breath of the frosty oxygen outside. The snow that had fallen on the trees were beginning to thaw a bit, hinting a glimmer of spring. As I arrived at the playground, memories of youth begged to push through my mind. I reminisced my childhood, filled with carefree joy, where my greatest problems were swinging higher on the swing set.
I traced the cold rubber on the seat with my finger before sitting down on it to wait for the older. I held onto the metal chains, gently rocking myself back and forth in the silent breeze. My eyes were shut and my head was tilted back; I remembered to take a few seconds to just be mindful in the chaotic day.
After a couple enjoyable minutes, I heard a pair of tennis shoes jog toward me in the tanbark. I didn't open my eyes, continuing to savor the relaxing moment. There was no telling when the next one would be.
To my left, the ropes clanked together as weight was put on the swing. I finally blinked, letting the gust of wind make my eyes sting and mess up my hair.
"Felix."
"Chan."
Did he know his smiles warmed my heart?
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