It was time for the club to close. Haneul and I got dressed and headed out the door. We were randomly chating with each other, trying to figure out how exactly to say in order to solve the misunderstanding between me and Yewean huyng.
Even though we were discussing about an important thing, my mind was somewhat still covered with the thoughts of the mystery girl. She was gorgeous afterall.
Suddenly Haneul nudged me with his elbow. I looked at him with confusion on my face at his sudden action.
"Isn't it that same girl from before" Haneul said with a frown on his face.
I looked at the direction his eyes were stuck and a surprised frown appeared on my face.
It was actually her, the weird mystry girl from before.
I was a bit happy to see her again dont know why, but confusion took over most of my feelings at the sight of her. I had a whole loads of questions to throw at her face.
Questions like, why was she here? why did she left so abruptly? and mainly WHO WAS SHE?
These questions were screaming in my mind as I was walking slowly step by step towards ber absent mindedly and Haneul kept calling me to come back, but it looked like as if I was under her trans.
I immediately froze on my way when I saw her crying. She was crying, sniffing and shivering due to the cold and her hard try to control her tears from sheading.
And just like that all my curiosities washed away and I just wanted to help her at that time. I rushed to help her.
I felt worse when I saw how much visibly in pain she was. She was scared and vulnerable for some reason and it was really the worst idea for her to be out on streets at past mid night.
I sat on my knees in front of her so that my face can be on the parallel level as hers. She was sitting with her head hanging down and eyes closed shut and streams of tears falling more and more as much as she is trying to control them.
"Hey, are you okay miss?" I asked in a humble and concerned voice.
She looked shocked and scared to death as she looked at my face with pure horror painted all over her.
I could not brush off the feeling that I knew her this time, because this time i was more closer, had a more clear view of her eyes which was the only part of her face exposed and had much more time to think exactly how I knew these eyes.
Suddenly those fear stricken tears reminded me of the first encounter I had with Ahana in the library. Her eyes showed this same fear that time. Her eyes had the same tears looking at me when she knew that I know about her even if it was a little bit and my mind drifted into those memories which were bitter at first but turned out into a sweet but soon made me think it as a disease.
I let my mind drown in those thoughts of Ahana for a short time before suddenly the realization hit me on the face bringing me back to reality.
"This belongs to Ahana"