Seasons Will Always Change (Holly's Love Story)
Eps. 71. In A Different Place

Life under the sun, people always make mistakes because they think the path they take is right and think that under these conditions others will also take the same path. When pressed, it is easier to decide something in one thought, do not think to see and reach further, only what appears to be limited horizon... Complicated huh? Simply put, you have to weigh the good of the bad and do not rush when deciding something... 😷

Unfortunately, often the decision once thought it had a big effect, long and biased, unsatisfactory and ended up empty. To weep for almost no guts, other than to keep a deep wound, to try hard, and to hold as much as possible so that the tears do not become eternal friends.

One can only look up at the star of the night now.it is still under the same sky, sending hope up there that each life will be better in the future... maybe not in this season, but as long as the earth is still there, it will not stop changing seasons, winter and summer, dry and rainy seasons, day and night, he said, and a person's person is forged in all those circumstances...

"Sister... Is it bobo? Asked mami..."

"Udah from earlier..."

"Sister is also bobo if that is so. do not over here. cold..."

"Yes..just a second brother in..."

"Don't forget the door is locked..."

"Yes..."

Still want longer here, enduring the piercing cold, because of the sight of thousands of tiny lights in the sky and the twinkling landscape of the city far below, the combination of beauty that sows his heart... want to cry last time for all the things that have happened, want to let go of regret and guilt until here, want to be better when the sun rises tomorrow.

Tears on the cheeks she let decorate her face.Yes promised in her heart last time like this, enough so much alone time at night she was like this... may tonight be a turning point to face life tomorrow.

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He woke up to a knock on the door, his morning waking habits changed these few months, yes a lot of his habits changed, what is still awake is his love for someone who has seized him from the first look.

He stood up lazily from the bed then walked slowly and opened the door. The figure of the woman who became friends later because of the last situation, there is a doorstep ready to travel in casual clothes t-shirts and jeans, a distance of two meters in the hallway between these rooms stands also someone else, and the other room, the two people he interacted with were quite intense lately.

"I can't stay here much longer.I want to go home..."

The figure in front in the doorway of the room still with the look of a new room waking up just stared alternately at the two people in front of him.

"Thank you I can stay in a room this good six months because of you..."

"Aren't you waiting for graduation?"

"There is no certainty when, still waiting for the Rector's decision what kind of graduation, the possibility of online graduation, he said does not allow for graduation onsite..."

"If you change your phone number, please let me know..."

"There's no way I'm changing numbers, even if I can't connect, Rommel asked, he can't go anywhere..."

Rommel smiled faintly and nodded slightly as he looked at the sad eyes.

"Please tell me yes, if you find anything..."

"I promise. I'll tell you right away if I get anything. once again, thank you very much..." Nuella smiled and then used her mask again.

With a nod of the conversation ended, the door closed then accompanied by a heavy breath that exhaled quickly. If only it could be calculated, there would be a lot of sad breaths that had been wasted and then filled his lungs again.

He then laid his body down, glanced at the cell phone beside the bolster, looked at it for a while then laid down again. The phone never turns off again at night, always on standby as it expects something from there, expecting it to connect itself with its lover again. A few moments lay down, gazing again at the whole room, absorbing all the more moments into his brain through what he saw, in doing so whenever he felt his longing slightly healed, especially when hugging a soft roll beside him. then the body went to the bathroom, starting the routine today from there.

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Someone wants it... What part is it really? Not wrong, not bad, right? The genre does not turn into a mystery novel..hehehe, author blm flying hours allow authors writing other genres. just want to tickle the reader's brother all aja/have an opinion what has happened.. only interaction with readers all... actually anyway..want his comment column rame aja (Fear even no one commented ⁇ ️️).

There must have been a sprain, the part was a little unclear anyway....

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