It Has Been A While

It was a lazy and unproductive Sunday afternoon - sleepy and just plain sluggish.

"Hey, where are you?" Someone inquired through text.

And I thought I'd be burrowed in boredom.

"Here at home. Why?" I asked him.

"My roommate's out."

"I see." I replied with a very nasty smirk on my face.

"Where do you live again?" I messaged him immediately.

"Just near."

Ah yes, how crucial is accessibility and convenience nowadays?

"Okay, give me 30 minutes."

"Oh..." He said.

"Oh why?"

"My roommate might be here soon."

"Well I don't fly JL." I told him. "Relax, okay?"

I took a short bath and dressed as fast as I could.

"Hey JL, I am on my way, now what?"

He gave me the instructions: rode a jeep, alighted in a village just 10 minutes from our subdivision, and
took a tricycle.

"Where are you?" I asked him again, just making sure I didn't go into an uncharted place.

"Just at the gate."

I walked through houses with gates for about two minutes, and at last, I saw him.

He unlocked the gate to the place where he is staying.

And I followed suit.





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  1. Scary. What if he's a mass murderer or something. Or the one with a dark fetish of slashing his victim's veins before making love.
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    Or maybe you already know him, a trusted fella and I'm just being paranoid again with my tendency to delve on dark thoughts.

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