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Nightmare

She stood in the middle of the busy crowd.

Yes, she can hear and see people running about as families greeted their loved once a warm welcome with an eager embrace.


People were flocking about in their cheerful voices, exchanging their stories face to face.


Seeing their happy faces stirred her confused emotions.


She felt the weight of her black, checkered wool coat getting heavier by the second against her body, and eventually came the sudden gush of cold wind.


She shut her eyes closed and pressed her lips together, trying her best not to break down in the process but all she could think of was THAT day.


It was that day when everything broke loose and her dreams shattered before her very eyes.


=o=o=o=


RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~!!!


It felt like she was home, comfortable and buried within her blanket. The sound of her alarm clock was rather short, only coming off a few times and then letting her be. She felt tired for some reason, not wanting to wake up. A lot has happened within the last few days but she’ll manage.

She has to.

“Jen??”

She then felt a gentle tap on her shoulder that gradually escalated to vigorous poking.

“JENNY!”

“H-huh?!”

The said woman brought her head up, realizing that she was actually sleeping face down on her desk with her arms crossed beneath her chin, serving as her pillow. She wasn’t even in her jammies. She was wearing an office attire—a peach-colored inner blouse and a black blazer on top, complimented by a midnight blue frilled skirt.

“…W-wha…?” she uttered in a hoarse voice, slowly blinking her half-asleep eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Her co-worker, Alessandra, had the courtesy of waking her up in her deep slumber. She was a beautiful thirty two year old woman, blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Her height wasn’t too bad as well, standing six feet tall.

“Oh… good morning, Sandra.” Jenny uttered, finally sitting up straight and scratching her eyes wide awake. “God, I’m so tired.”

Hearing the woman’s words, Sandra couldn’t help but breathe out a smile.

“What do you mean, ‘good morning’? It’s already two thirty in the afternoon and you have a history class at room 402.”

“W…What?!”

Her co-workers words brought her up in an instant, eventually looking at the clock which
indeed said that it was time to work.

“Oh shoot, what the hell was I thinking?!”

Jenny broke out in a panic as Alessandra watched her co-worker of asian descent look at herself in the mirror tidying up her once disastrous black hair into a high ponytail, even retouching her foundation and lipstick in that short span of time.

“Don’t forget to remind them about the exams next week.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t!”

After shoving her feet into her high heels, she reached for her lesson plan and stormed out of
the faculty room in full speed.

Sandra was left there standing, shaking her head at her distracted young friend.

“Poor Jen…”

=o=o=o=


‘Aigo, Park Bom! Snap out of it! You almost dozed the whole day off!’


Jenny shook her head as she conversed with herself, almost sprinting towards the said classroom. She saw a number of students walking by the hallway and spared the time to greet them. All they gave her was a judgmental look, instead of the usual smiling faces.

That’s odd.

She always treated her students like they were her friends and worked as a dignified professor, guiding them in life and in their subjects. She watched the kids grow from their freshmen years up until their senior years which gave her a sense of fulfillment, knowing that she became a part of their lives.

But as soon as she arrived in front of the classroom and entered the room, the lights were off and the projector was playing something on the white screen.

Noticing her arrival, the students all turned their attention towards their professor with various expressions of disbelief, disgust and confusion.

Jenny felt her strength draining out of her body, eventually making her fall to her knees, eyes frozen towards the projector which presented candid photos of her and a male faculty member. The photos being shown were not of her knowledge, and they were all taken afar, as if someone was following them.

“I…isn’t that… Professor Walker?”


“Are…are they having an affair?!”


“But isn’t he… married??”


“Oh my god…!”


“I never thought Professor Park would---“


“How disgusting!”


“What a slut…!”


“She doesn’t have the right to be a professor!”


“What a shame!”


“Like, yuck~ seriously…”


She couldn’t help but shed tears at the moment, with her head hung, gazing down the floor with her hands clasped together into fists.

“…W-Why…?? Why would someone…?”

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YA PARK BOM!!!”

A screech coming from a familiar voice woke her up from her recent nightmare, opening her eyes back into reality.

Once again, she was back in the arrival hall of the airport, standing stiff as her hands clasped the handle of her stroller bag which was cutely designed like that of a cow’s fur.

A warm, tight hug wrapped around her from the back, making her turn to her back.

Finally, a little smile was formed.

PARK DARA!!”

She turned around to look at her best friend from fourth grade whom she had been conversing through video chats for the past few years but now they are finally face to face. Dara seemed ageless, still looking like that of when they were still kids. She just matured and bloomed into a beautiful lady.

“You’re not in California anymore so I hope I can call you Bom like the old times.” Dara continued, excitingly jumping in her purple turtleneck and white leather coat before hugging her friend once again.

“Oh god, I missed you so much!”

“Same here~”

After a few seconds of embracing, the two pulled away in order to look at each other with smiles on their faces. In that instant, Bom felt at ease, the thought of the scandalous incident drifting away in the wind. But somehow, there still are traces pierced in her heart and her eyes couldn’t lie.

“I know that look.” Dara started, her once happy expression deforming into a worried one and pointed a finger at her best friend’s face.

“…What?!”

“Don’t ‘WHAT?!’ me!” Dara said upon shoving an arm across Bom’s tensed shoulders.
“C’mon, we’ll talk about that bastard over coffee. My treat!”

“Really?” Bom’s eyes brightened as she joined the pace of her best friend’s walk. “You’ll buy me dessert too?”

“Anything that will keep you from thinking of that demon!”

“You’re the best, Dara!”

“I know, I know.”

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