The brown warped leaves scattered unevenly throughout the grass. Countless dew drops seems to find comfort resting in them, reflecting twinkling lights into my eyes. Each leaf, from its fresh green to the dead dried brown, a depressing understanding of how the past and present works; nothing ever last forever, the world is constantly in motion.
Soothing melody in the background
A turbulent heart riding
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Chapter 1: Bus 176
“Wait for me at the statue okay?”
Statue? What statue? I replied, if only my phone allows me to put a big question mark, I would. After studying a year at Assumption English School, I cannot remember any statue nearby and with the bus reaching the school’s bus-stop, I felt my pulse quickening and every muscle in me tensing up.
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