Have you ever not known a person but felt like you did? See each other every day We go home together every day but.. we don't know each other.

Yes, he and I are like that.

This story is a one-part short story that was written a long time ago, but over and over we had to mix it up with another plot until it became one long story and pushed it into that long story first. Now that I'm feeling the urge to post it as a short story, it's all about it.

Whoever wants to try reading this long story >> Secrets in the Mist

People (not) known

(not) acquainted for the first time

Have you ever not known a person but felt like you did? See each other every day We go home together every day but.. we don't know each other.

Yes, he and I are like that.

We study at the same place. It's quite far from home. And what's strange is that there are people who choose to study far away like me. I saw that he was studying English while I was studying Spanish.

Our evening classes end at the same time, so there will not be much difference between whether one class ends later or earlier. In the end, we ended up waiting for the bus together anyway.

I'm not sure how many times we've met but I started noticing him at the beginning of the third week of school.

On those days there was hardly anyone at the bus stop. We jumped on the same bus because it was the only line that goes directly to the front of the village without having to transfer. And that made me know that

We live in the same village.

Do you say the world is round or not? There are not many people in our village, with more than a hundred households. It wouldn't be unusual to have high school students of the same age who went to private school. Um, but even to the point of taking special school in the same place. Let's break up together here... The world will really be round.

We will walk slightly apart from each other regardless of who is walking in front or behind us. Our distance is still the same. He often turned into another main alley that was deeper than mine. The journey ended without any conversation.

and meet again on the evening of the next special school day

(not) acquainted for the 2nd time

Special classes at the end of the day Each course started to end late, much later than normal class time. That leaves more and more empty seats on buses. Today I sat three stops down and the next stop the seat next to me was vacant. I glanced at the unfamiliar person standing opposite, before moving closer to the window, I extended my hand to nudge the tall person.

“Do you want to sit?”

Yes, that was our first conversation.

I really don't know if it could be called a conversation or not because he only replied briefly:

"um"

That's the end of our first conversation.

After that day, there might have been some space in the car, but we didn't sit next to each other anymore. As soon as he sits, he tends to fall asleep. Sleep without paying attention to whether you've reached the stop or not.

Or because.. I'm sure someone will wake me up.

Every time I get off and see someone asleep and not knowing anything, I can't help but stretch out my index finger and poke hard. On the upper arm of a sleeping person He was slightly dazed before staggering forward. Standing in front of the door a little next to me, before we get out of the car together

(not) acquainted for the 3rd time

I'm a person who likes listening to music. Especially when driving a long distance. This is the more I have to listen to, it's so enjoyable. Otherwise I'll just worry about when it will arrive until I'm annoyed. I don't know if his reasons are the same as mine, but he always plugs in his headphones and goes to sleep.

The sound of my screeching made him look at him sitting across from him. I'm looking for the headphones I stuffed in my bag, but I can't find them. The sound of rain falling against the window of the car rang out at the same time that the passenger next to me got up to wait to get out of the car, but I didn't care. I felt someone sit down next to me instead of the previous passenger.

My mind was still focused on finding the contents of my bag. The brain reconsidered its last use. I think I must have put it under my desk in class. Thinking of this, he let out a heavy breath. He came out annoyed and forcefully closed his school bag. Then he looked up.

to find that

He came and sat next to me.

He moved as if finding the right moment to sit and fall asleep. He glanced at me slightly and kept quiet for me.

He removed one of his headphones and handed it to me. His face didn't show any emotion. His eyes were closed like a man ready to fall asleep and I wasn't sure if he knew what he was doing. Would you like two men to sit and listen to music with headphones on each side? Too romantic to the point of giving me goosebumps.

And the important thing is that we don't even know each other.

But the strangest thing

It probably won't go away...

I... reached out and received it in a good way.

(not) known for the 4th time

In the following days, I don't know if it was luck or because he kept changing places. We sit next to each other more often, but things haven't changed. He was still asleep while I just listened to music and played games. Oh, I used my headphones. I haven't forgotten.

I just thought he would come and sit nearby so I could wake him up. Or..sit and trap my exit in case one day I pretend not to wake him up.

But I don't like it.. Who would trust me like this?

Because sometimes

I'm tired.

And I accidentally fell asleep too!!

“Hey!”

I was startled by the exclamation of the person next to me. And his movements that made our shoulders bump together I quickly looked out the window. The route wasn't familiar. No, it wasn't the route. It was a different place because the car had already stopped at the garage.

The bus bag that looked like it was about to wake up stopped and walked back when it saw that we were already awake.

“Not doing my job at all.”

The voice of the person sitting next to him murmured quietly. It came up until I accidentally flicked my hammer once.

It's not a personal alarm clock!

And before I knew it, my wrist was grabbed and dragged from the car. We stood in the middle of the garage. He grabbed his phone and looked at the clock and mumbled softly.

“There shouldn't be any cars left. Let's take a taxi." The last sentence turned and spoke to me.

We walked out and looked for a car on the side of the road. I don't know if I'm still sleepy or still in shock. I still let him grab my wrist and drag me everywhere. until released when we got into a taxi

He told us the way back to the village all the way until he dropped us off at the front of the village. Actually, you could have had a taxi drop you off right in front of your house, but I was still confused as to who would drop us off in front of your house. In the end, it was sent to the front of the village.

We split the taxi fare. Then we walked away separately like every day.

yes

Just like every day

But why does it seem like there's a slightly strange feeling arising?

(not) last known

Today is the last day of the Spanish course I am taking. Any content that couldn't be taught in time was recorded until it was full and played until it was finished, so it was hours past the normal time to finish. By the time we got on the bus and reached the village, it was already late. But it was strange that he and I were still riding in the same car again as usual. I dragged my feet and walked into the village at a slower pace than usual.

Probably because my brain was so tired but I didn't dare fall asleep in the car again. Afraid that the previous incident will repeat itself.

I could still feel the footsteps of someone who was walking as slowly as me today, behind me. My surprise was even worse when I realized that this was already past the alley that he had to split off from. But why is there still the sound of him walking?

Or did you study so hard that you couldn't go home properly?

I shook my head to chase away my nonsense thoughts before stopping in front of the house. I unlocked the house and turned to look at the person who had stopped walking a short distance away from me.

He looked left and right as if surveying the surroundings. Then he stopped and looked at my house number. Before he turned around, our eyes met for a moment. He turned and walked two steps before stopping, causing me to freeze as well.

“Today…” He turned to me again.

Village lights set in the distance I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see hesitation in the blink of an eye. “...My course is closed.”

I still stood a little confused by what he had said. His deep voice, even though I'd heard it infrequently, always made me feel strange. But when there was silence after his words, I answered softly. Don't lose your manners.

“Um… same.”

Then silence fell upon the two of us again. He seemed reluctant to say something. I saw him lower his head and purse his lips before looking up at me again.

“But.. I think I'll take the next course as well.”

"um..."

His eyes looked like he was still waiting for something more than my answer. before he closed his eyes and turned around. So I said the same sentence that I had left until the end.

"... the same"

I really just answered that. But I don't know why. He turned around and smiled so wide at me. A sweet smile in the eyes that made me feel like everything around me was a little brighter.

And I don't know why..I feel like

The corners of my mouth lifted up in a smile as well.

END

Achaya (Writer) :

This story is a one-part short story that was written a long time ago, but over and over we had to mix it up with another plot until it became one long story and pushed it into that long story first. Now that I'm feeling the urge to post it as a short story, it's all about it.

Whoever wants to try reading this long story >> Secrets in the Mist

P.S. But if anyone reads this short story first, it might be a 'spoiler' for the long story as well. Starting out, you may be confused as to whether it's the same story or not, but believe me, it's the same story. Anyone who found anything or caught any hints in the main part before reading the real part, please go and comment.

(Whether it's a long public relations story or not, there's a part because we don't play the whole thing.

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As for the long story idea, it comes from rowing a boat in a cartoon or novel that doesn't.

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But we tried it ourselves and in the end we didn't reach the shore. So I wrote a novel that didn't seem like it.

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Then create the ending to reach the shore yourself. Anyone who has the same problem, try reading and get your hopes up. 55555)

Thank you for coming to read this.