A sip of peppermint tea, and another scrape with a ballpoint pen.
The sharp squee of the sliding doors.
Echoes of footsteps on the wooden floor, pattering to the steady rhythm of Earth, Wind and Fire.

“…after the love has gone~”

Another scrape of pen to paper.
Across, the steady typing on a black keyboard.

An accidental upward glance, eyes met.
Confusion. Then, a smile.
Back again, pen to paper, resuming from the interruption.

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Those days…

I remember those days when I used to sit at my favourite seat beside the window, nursing a cooling cup of coffee. The slight strain of RnB music streams faintly from the pub a couple of shops down. Sighing, as I went back to work – trying my best to focus in the balmy breeze.

I remember those days when the sun was scorching hot. And panting, we ran across the street for a join the queue for an iced drink. Whining, as we find our way to some shade under the awning of a nearby restaurant.

I remember those days, when it was warm and humid. Friends and more friends around. Taunting, laughing, encouraging… just minutes before they tossed me into the pool. Anger, annoyance, fear, as I somehow waded my way out.

I remember those days, when cash wasn’t easily available. When we’d wander the malls, window shopping for hours, trying to buy time before we caught up with the other half of our group who were still stuck in classes. We’d walk past fancy restaurants serving RM10 tea and wonder, how could they spend that easily.

I remember those days, when I didn’t have to think about ‘those’ days.

I miss.

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