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Chapter 6 - Song No.5

Note: πΌπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘π‘  π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  - Thoughts

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The car only moved inches from its original place and it annoys Luc to no end. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘™ 𝑖𝑠 π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦'𝑠 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘“π‘“π‘–π‘? π‘Šπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘šπ‘œπ‘£π‘’ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 15 π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘”π‘œ! The brunette had enough the view of lined up cars outside the window he's been staring at since forever; he hated getting stuck in a traffic jam, especially a bad-like this-one. He grunted, tapping his fingers impatiently on the paper cup he's holding.

"It's usually isn't this bad," the pink-haired man beside him said, mimicking the brunette's action tapping his fingers on the steering. "I wonder what happened over there?" he indicated the front with his chin. "Hope it's not an accident."

Luc sighed and told himself to be calm; there is no need to rage over this since it is completely out of the older Shepherd's power to control. Loathe as he was being stuck in a middle of the road, unmoving for almost half an hour, there is nothing he can do to change the situation he is in. π‘π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿ 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑦 π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” 'π΄π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Ž πΎπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘π‘Ÿπ‘Ž' π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦.

"It's weird to see you're getting mad over this kind of thing," Gray chuckled, staring at his little brother. "You're usually very calm in whatever situation you're thrown in."

Luc turned to him. "Really?"

"Mhmm. But I'm not surprised since you did, after all, lost your memories. I kind of expected there'll be changes on you aside from you not remembering anything."

"Well…," Luc took a sip of his drink. "I don't know how to answer that since I'm not sure myself of…my previous self." 𝐼'π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ πΏπ‘’π‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘›π‘œ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž πΈπ‘Ÿπ‘– π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑑𝑀𝑖𝑐𝑒 π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’, 𝐼 π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’π‘’π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘›. "Since we're stuck here, humor me; how was…uh, my previous self before the nearly drown experience? Maybe then I can act accordingly and…uh, be more like…me?"

Gray laughed. Wholeheartedly. "I never thought I'll see you being unsure of something, Luc," he replied as he wiped away tears-from laughing so hard-from his eyes. "Let's see here…You're not categorized as a quiet person but you're not that talkative either. You're always confident in everything you do and in choices you made. Some of…nay, a lot of them did lead to trouble but hey, your optimism doesn't seem to mind much about that. Or at least that's how me and everyone else see," he said, focusing back to the road in front of them and tch-ed as there is still no movement detected from the long line of cars in front of theirs. "So that's basically what you are; a reckless fool. Wow, chill with that squinting stare of yours," he grinned when he saw the expression his younger brother gave him from the rear view mirror. "Ask someone else; I bet my paycheck this month they will tell you the same thing. Hehehe."

Luc sighed. 𝐼'π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘˜π‘’π‘’π‘› π‘œπ‘› 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘˜π‘™π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘“π‘œπ‘œπ‘™ 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘› 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ž π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘›. 𝐼𝑑'𝑙𝑙 π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘π‘™π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘...𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑠. "Hm…any other things you wanted to share besides that…as you're saying, basic info about me?"

"You're a college student with major in architecture."

"Okay."

"You're single but I heard still quite popular in college," Gray whistled. "How did you manage to charm the boys and girls there anyway?"

π΅π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘  π‘šπ‘’. "And?"

"Your favorite color is orange and you have a lot of outfit in said color. You're a carnivore and avoided vegetables like they're a plague; you claimed they give you nausea and stomachache…Wait. You're not going to puke in my car, right? It's weird that I only notice it now but you did order vegetable juice before we left at the store near the hospital," the pink-haired man pointed a finger at the paper cup in the brunette's hand.

"I won't. Don't worry," Luc replied and sipped on his juice, grinning at the older man as he stared in horror at his action. π‘‰π‘’π‘”π‘’π‘‘π‘Žπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑓𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘’ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. "Relax. My memory is messed-up; my brain won't register the things I hated now so it's okay. And you better be ready to see me gobble up some of those vegetables in the future because they are suddenly my favorite due to the loose screws in my head," he added, smiling slyly.

"That's like indicating you've turned crazy," Gray chuckled, drumming his fingers on the steering.

"I might be," Luc replied, shrugging as he turned to the front and continue sipping on his drink. π·π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘, π‘Žπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘“π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘™, 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘Žπ‘‘π‘β„Ž π‘Ž π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘€π‘™-𝑖𝑑'𝑠 π‘ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘ π‘“π‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ'𝑠 π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘“π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘Ž 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 π‘π‘’π‘›π‘β„Ž-π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ž π‘šπ‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘–π‘£π‘’ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘˜π‘’ 𝑒𝑝 π‘Žπ‘  π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘€β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ 𝑒π‘₯𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’ 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑙 π‘›π‘œπ‘€. π‘ƒπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘¦ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘™π‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘§π‘¦. "Oh, hey. The line is starting to move. Focus on your driving."

"Aye aye, captain," the older man saluted, grinned and switched his attention back to driving.

Luc, still sipping on the drink in his hand went back to staring at the view outside of the car. Now that they're no longer trapped, unmoving on the road, Luc can see the changes in the landscape outside; tall buildings to short ones, boutiques to restaurants and cafes to groceries stores. He stared at the people shuffling around the area, doing things and moving forward to make progress in their life. Luc was envious of them being alive. π‘Šπ‘’π‘™π‘™, 𝐼'π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑒π‘₯π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘β„Žπ‘›π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦. 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝐼'π‘š π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘¦π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“ 𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒. 𝑀𝑦 π‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’? πΏπ‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘  πΆβ„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿ. 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 23 π‘¦π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘œπ‘™π‘‘. 𝐴 π‘£π‘œπ‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘ π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘…β„Žπ‘Œπ‘€πΈ, π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘π‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑀 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘. Luc bit on the green straw. π‘…β„Žπ‘Œπ‘€πΈ. π‘Šβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘? π΄π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑠𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘Žπ‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘œπ‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘ π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘”π‘œπ‘›π‘’? 𝐼 π‘€π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ 𝑛𝑒𝑀𝑠 π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž? 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘β€”

"Oh, hey. I think I know the reason of the traffic jam earlier," Gray cuts the silence in the car as it slowed down to the red color of the traffic light. "Look over there," he said as he motioned Luc to check out the thing he's pointing with his pouting mouth. "I totally forgot about this event happening today."

The brunette turned to the direction the pink-haired man is pointing-a park where lots of people are gathering and plenty of cars parked haphazardly-and he froze at the view, at a particular item.

"No wonder the road is jammed with a lot of cars earlier. Just look at that amount of people attending and the cars parked around. They even blocked the main road! Damn it," Gray cursed. "I know it's hard to find a place to park in a limited place but at least avoid parking in the middle of the road and disturbing others! I seriously hate people who only think of their own convenience and ignoring the fact that their convenience is actually inconveniencing others," he continued, shaking his head and turned back to his driving as the traffic light turned green.

"…What kind of event is that?" Luc quietly asked as the car speed off from the crowded park.

Gray looked at him from the rear view mirror for a split second before switching back to the road in front of him. "Huh? Oh, that. It's the official announcement of the newly reorganized RhYME. Those people must be reporters and fans," he answered. "I'm not sure if you remember the most famous band-and it's not just a self-proclamation-in the world but that band took a break a month ago after their vocalist died in an accident," he added and turned left at a fork they came across. "I've heard they disbanded and reformed with a new line of members…well, except for the main guitarist; he's the leader after all. They've been laying low for a month but the fans are still there. The stories and gossips about them still pop out here and there like mushroom too. Guess their popularity is not something to be underestimated with, eh? I hearβ€”hey, you okay?"

"Huh?"

"Dude, your vegetable juice is spilling out from your cup. Stop choking it. But feel free though if you're willing to clean up your mess and the car later," Gray laughed and continued driving in silence, unaware of the heavy atmosphere surrounding the younger Shepherd.

π‘…π‘’π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘Žπ‘›π‘–π‘§π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘“ π‘…β„Žπ‘Œπ‘€πΈ? 𝑁𝑒𝑀 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ? Luc's grip on the paper cup in hand softened as he turned to stare the view outside the window again. He cradled his face with his free right hand, burning an invisible hole on the tinted window with his glare. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘’π‘π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘”, 𝐾𝑒𝑖 πΌβ„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž? π·π‘–π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž 𝑛𝑒𝑀 π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘‘? π‘Šπ‘’π‘™π‘™, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ'𝑠 π‘Žπ‘™π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦? π»π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘”π‘œπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑙 π‘œπ‘“ π‘…β„Žπ‘Œπ‘€πΈ π‘‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦? Luc bit his lip and his nails dug deeper into the flesh of his cheek. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘’ π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘”π‘œ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘β€¦π΄π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘’π‘π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘˜π‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘’? 𝐼𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’? 𝐼𝑑'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘Ž π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘β„Ž 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘”π‘œπ‘›π‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ π‘’π‘π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž. π‘π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑛𝑒𝑀 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘’π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑛𝑒𝑀 π‘£π‘œπ‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘ π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘…β„Žπ‘Œπ‘€πΈ!

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