#and spot is like yeah. i'm nice >:( but none of his other coworkers believe him so they just think clio is some kind of spot whisperer

[loving-jack-kelly]

as we know i'm obsessed w outsider pov I think it's so fun to think abt how other people perceive my favorite characters so for your consideration. outsider pov javid where people are like wow we're watching a cheesy romcom play out in real life these two idiots would have been married four years ago if they'd have a normal conversation instead of speaking in innuendo and acting like nobody can tell how infatuated they are. and then the other side of the coin is outsider pov sprace where people are like wow. wtf is going on with these two what do you mean they've been together for a decade I have never seen them not arguing what do you mean the goofy one thinks the scary one is hilarious and the scary one writes sappy poetry for the goofy one I don't believe you. i don't believe you.

[elusive---ivory]

The Woman in Velvet pt. 6

Oh boy, here we are. It's continues a little from part 5, but otherwise yeah. Part 6, babyyy.

WARNINGS: None, just some overall fluff

PAIRINGS: Arthur Fleck x Oc

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Arthur watched as Sandy strutted out the subway doors. He watched her as she skipped across the pavement.

"Well? Are you coming?" She smiled, brightly.

Sandy grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him out of the subway. Arthur laughed, but it wasn't painful, it was genuine. Sandy's eyes looked down to the ground.

"I like you, Arthur. You're a wonderful man." Sandy looked up at him, blissfully.

Arthur smiled, cupping Sandy's face. "I like you too. You're just as lovely." He gently kissed Sandy on her lips. She giggled, blushing at the kiss.

"You're the only one that's really nice to me." Arthur tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His hot breath rested on her ear. He whispered. "I'd do anything for you Sandy... anything."

She shivered at his words. "Let's go, you've got your stand up tomorrow." Sandy grabbed his hand and continuing walking to their dingy apartment complex.

Arthur watch closely as Sandy left the elevator. He noticed her blowing a kiss at him through the elevator. He smiled, a blissful smile.

Arthur entered his apartment to find his mom on the sofa, watching Murray Franklin.

"Happy? Is that you?" She called.

"Yeah Ma. It's me." Arthur called back.

Arthur sat down on the couch with a silly smile on his face.

"Did you check the mail?" His mother would always write to Thomas Wayne, but Thomas would never write back. It's expected of the man, however, Penny, Arthur's mother, felt more entitled to a response, and would always write them, no matter how many she really wrote.

"No, mom. Nothing." Arthur lit a cigarette, still smiling.

"Why are you smiling like that?" His mother asked.

Arthur chuckled. " I like a girl, ma."

Penny's face darken. "A girl? What girl?"

Arthur's smile stayed painted on his face. "She lives upstairs." Arthur looked up at ceiling.

"That girl? Happy, she's bad news. No, I don't like her." Penny turned away from Arthur.

Arthur frowned. "But, I like her, mom."

Penny crossed her arms. "When you find out how terrible she really is, don't come crying to me because she ripped your heart out."

"Ma, she's not like that." Arthur narrowed his eyes and glared at Penny. "How could you say that about her?"

Penny sighed. "Happy, that girl is out to trick you. Just like those girls from when you were in high school, remember. She's gonna bully you senseless. I suggest that you-"

"Enough!" Arthur raised his voice. He gritted his crooked teeth, and took a long drag of his cigarette. "It's late and we need to sleep."

His mother stayed silent, nodding her head.

Sandy groaned at the clock ticked on her work desk. It was almost 5:00. Arther's stand up started at 6. Once the clock made its final tick, the clock chimed, ending the dreadful workday. She paced down the hall, nearly bursting out of the glass doors of the building.

"Woah, Sandy. You're really antsy to get out of here, huh?" One of her female coworkers commented.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that." Sandy joked, parting away from them, and started for the subway.

Arthur took deep breaths. His dreadful anxiety filled his brain with negative thoughts. His nerves were pulsating faster and faster.

'This is it,' he thought. He held tightly onto his joke book.

"Our next comic describes himself as a Gotham resident that was put here to spread joy and laughter in this cold, dark world."

That was his cue. Arthur walked up onstage. The florescent spotlights shined on Arthur. He was the center of attention. Everyone in the club stared at Arthur.

Soon, the laughter started. Arthur tried his best to suppress it, but it kept coming up.

Sandy had arrived late, so she found herself a spot in the back. The minute she saw Arthur onstage, he went into a laughing fit.

'Oh, no, Artie.' Sandy thought, but she locked eyes with Arthur.

Arthur looked around the club for Sandy. His laughter kept creeping up. Once he saw Sandy's sweet smile in the very back row, his laughter subsided.

Most of the club had already gotten up and left. Sandy smiled, laughing at all the jokes he had. She was completely fixated on him. At the very end, Sandy run up onstage and kissed him, tenderly.

The two walked alongside each other outside on the glistening pavement. Neon signs were reflecting on small dirty puddles. Sandy's heels clicked as she tried to keep up to speed with Arthur.

"You did a great job, Artie." Sandy said, with her hands in her jacket pockets. "I'm so proud of you." She leaned over and gently kissed his cheek.

Arthur smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. "You really think I did good." Arthur sounded unsure.

"Of course I do. You're the funniest guy in Gotham." Sandy gently tangled his hand in hers.

"Thank you, Sandy." Arthur said, softly holding her close.

"No problem, baby boy." Sandy ruffled his hair a little.

They crossed the street to a small diner. It seemed a little busy, however, it wasn't as busy as most of the restaurants were at this time of night.

They sat down in a small booth between the window, and the neon sign.

"So, why can't orphans play baseball?" Arthur jokingly asked, as he sipped on his coffee.

Sandy chuckled while playing with a piece of paper. "I don't know, Arthur. Why can't they play baseball?"

"They don't know where home is." Arthur smiled widely, paying close attention to Sandy's reaction.

Sandy let out an ugly snort. She roared with laughter as she threw the piece of paper at him. "That's so awful." Sandy cried laughing.

Arthur laughed along with her, following it was his demented cackle. Arthur took the paper Sandy threw at him and wrote something.

Sandy leaned over to see what he was writing, but he kept it secret. Sandy pouted.

"Whatcha writing?" She asked, being noisy.

"Something funny." Arthur mumbled, focusing on the paper. When he was done, it was a crudely written poem that could be barely comprehensible. Sandy took a good long look at it, pushing up her glasses so she could see it clearly.

Mz. Sandy.

Your smile is so dandy

And your laught is so thotful

[Illegible]

Your hart isaa mess

But, I couldn't love LIKE you less.

-Arthur Fleck.

When Sandy was done reading the poem, she was left speechless.

Arthur shifted shyly in his seat. "Heh, yeah. I wanted, um, show my gratitude."

Sandy smiled widely. "I absolutely adore it, Art." She leaned forward and gave Arthur a peck on the nose.

Arthur shrugged, paying for his and Sandy's one coffee.

As they walked out of the diner, a certain poster caught Arthur's eye.

Kill The Rich

Arthur made a face at it. Sandy giggled.

"Can you believe it?" Sandy said, serious. She snickered. "I find it funny. One of these days, Gotham's gonna burn." Sandy paused for a second. "And it's gonna be great."

Arthur turned to her, smirking. "Yeah." He looked down at the curb.

"Hey, Sandy." Arthur called.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"Do you think I'm a monster?" Arthur held onto a worry. He worried that Sandy would find out. He worried about her leaving him. Arthur couldn't handle the burden of being without her. She was almost like a mother figure. He couldn't have that be taken away from him.

Sandy scoffed. "Of course not, Art. If you were a monster, I wouldn't be with you. Those guys are the real monsters. Trust me. I knew on of them. Dennis Cullen. He just so happened to be one of the victims. Dennis would try all his advances to try and date me. He just wouldn't take no for a answer. So, when I made my no final, he bullied me and harrass me. He would tell me that no one would ever date me. Sometimes it felt like entire office would join in on it too." Sandy took a deep breath.

"What I'm saying is that I've seen monsters, and Arthur, you're far from being a monster." She wiped her face with a tissue, trying not to smudge her mascara.

Arthur pulled Sandy into a tight hug, leaning into the crook of her neck.

"Here have a cigarette." Sandy placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

"Thanks." Arthur took a long drag of the cigarette, letting all the tension leaving his shoulders.

"Come on, Artie. Let's go home." Sandy gently held Arthur's hand as they walked.

[breathebangtan]

Credulous

Ch. 5: Change

Genre: FallenGuardianAngel! Jimin, Supernatural

Members: Jimin

Pairings: Jimin x y/n

Synopsis: love is an uncontrollable feeling, even for those who were meant to protect, and only protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet somehow, there was always outliers.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Please like and reblog if you do!

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“Take me home.” Those were the only words I could manage to get out. Jimin didn't say a word, instead complying to my wishes. He took us home on a taxi that he paid for. My eyes shedding tears the whole ride, his arm around me. I couldn't pull myself together, not until we arrived at my apartment. Once inside the warmth it offered, Jimin didn't waste any time to scold me.

“Are you kidding me? A ferris wheel? Malum, you shouldn't be doing things like that if I'm not around.” He shakes his head, he seems disappointed in my. How was I supposed to know that would happen? They're supposed to be safe, for the most part. I mean, yeah accidents could happen, but still. “I'm sorry, I didn't know.” I quietly apologize, my head down.

“I mean, seriously? What were you thinking? I've told you many times, stay away from anything dangerous.” He sighs heavily. “You're just lucky I was there.” Finishing his little rant he comes to sit down next to me. My eyes watery again. “I was so scared, I was looking everywhere for you. I couldn't see you.” I hug him tightly, which he responds to by doing the same, rubbing my back. Everything had happened so quickly, I didn't know what would happen. Before he can continue scolding me, however, my phone starts ringing.

I open my purse to take my phone out, only to see Rae's name, plastered on the screen. “Hello?” I manage, my voice slightly shaky. Rae is quick with her words, she sounds worried, which in turn upsets me. “Are you okay? Where are you? David said there was an accident at the ferris wheel and you left running.” It was supposed to be a special night for Rae, but I did the thing I was trying to avoid, worry her. I wanted her to enjoy her night with Henry, not worry about me.

“Don't let her know you left with me.” Jimin chimes in from beside me. Surprisingly, Rae heard him, which obviously made me panic. “Who was that?” She quickly asks. “Was that a man's voice? Who are you with?” She questions and I can hear the guys asking her questions in the background of my whereabouts. “Uh… No… No, that was my uh, laptop. I'm home, I'm just a little shaken up is all. Please, please don't worry about me Rae! Just have fun with your date, please. Tell David I'm sorry I left, I really enjoyed his company, maybe we can all hang out again soon?” At my last sentence, Jimin's eyebrow raises. I'm confused for a moment as to what that gesture is supposed to mean. “I'm really sorry. I have to go now.” I hang up before she can argue anything, giving Jimin a glare. Now it was my turn to scold him.

“I’m not clueless, I haven’t mentioned you to her at all. I know better… but that was a close call.” He can only smile at me, it’s as if he’s taunting me. He pulls me into his embrace again, my head on his chest. “I’m sorry, Malum.” He rests his head atop of mine. I didn’t mention it to Rae on the phone because I didn’t want to worry her, but I was starting to realise that I’d been so scared because of the car accident. I would have been shocked, and feared for my life. Yes, but I don’t think I’d been as shocked, as I was now. The car accident had left a permanent mark. “I can’t believe I almost died twice. I… I’m just glad I have you.” I hold onto him tighter, it’s as if I’m holding my safe haven, and nothing could possibly go wrong as long as I hold on. I never want to let go.

It was so easy to fall asleep in his arms, that I hadn’t even realised when I had. All I remember was him singing softly to me, and my eyes having trouble staying open. It was Saturday morning now, and my body was covered by my blankets, head on my pillows. My phone buzzed loudly as my alarm went off. The sun shined through the window, bringing light into my room. Groaning as I turned my alarm off, remembering I still had work. I usually had the weekends off, but just like last week, I had to cover someone else’s shift.

Reluctantly getting out of bed with a deep sigh, I walked into my bathroom to shower. The hot water relaxing my muscles. I prayed that I could stay in here for awhile longer, just wanting to relax. Of course, that wasn’t possible. I had responsibilities, and bills to pay. After I had successfully gotten dressed and ready for work, I was off.

I rode my bike to work this time around, letting the air run through my hair. It was nice and soon today, which was great, but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it much as I would have to stay in for most of it, working. “Hey Y/n, are you covering for someone again.” Lauren asked me, and I laughed sadly, nodding my head. “Can you believe it? I’m supposed to have the weekend off, but instead I’ve been working for two consecutive weeks.” She laughs as she pats my back.

“You’ll be fine. I’m sure something will work in your favor soon.” She smiles as she continues with her order. I quickly jump in to help her with the others. Taking orders at the register here and there. Today wasn’t as busy, but it wasn’t slow either. Thankfully so, because while most people might like slow days, as it means they didn’t have to do much. I hated them, with nothing to do I’d get bored easily.

“Hey, have you seen Stephen?” Lauren asks, as she taps the coffee cup in her hands. Now that she’d mentioned it, I hadn’t. He’d usually greet me when I came into work, but he hadn’t today. He wasn’t even out and about like usual, restocking items or marking things on his clipboard. “Not at all, where could he be?” She shrugs her shoulders as she takes the coffee to the customer. “I haven’t seen him at all either. Maybe he’s in his office?” She suggests. Maybe, but it wasn’t like him to stay in there so long.

The rest of the work day went slowly. Customers coming in and out, some sitting in different spots with books in their hands or laptops in front of them. The sun was shining brightly through the windows, and I wished I would be able to go out there, maybe go to a park and have a picnic with Rae. “Everyone, attention please.” Stephen spoke up, coming into the kitchen. My coworkers and I gathered around. I wondered if he’d been here this whole time or if he’d just got here. “I’m giving you all the week off until Monday. My mother got into an accident and she’s in the hospital, I have to go take care of her now and I figured I’d just let you all off the hook.” He sighs as he finishes his statement. He dangles the keys to the shop in his hand. “You guys can leave now as well, I’ll close up.” He walks over to the counter, announcing that we’re just about to close.

Some customers start picking up their stuff, getting ready to leave. “Are you sure? One of us could run the shop while you’re gone.” Lauren suggests but Stephen only shakes his head. He must really not want to deal with work at all, which worries me because maybe his mother was injured badly. I hoped she was okay. “No, it’s just not a good idea. I need to focus on my mom. I think you all deserve it anyway.” He smiles slightly, but anyone could tell he was hurting. “Stephen…” I walk closer to him, bringing him into a hug. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Stay strong okay?” He nods his head, I wasn’t sure what to say to make him feel even just slightly better, but I needed to say something.

Everyone else started to give him encouraging words. One by one, we all started to leave as well. I had been complaining about having to work on my days off, but now I felt bad. I’d been giving the whole week off now, but it was because of something horrible. It left an unpleasant feeling settling in my stomach, like I shouldn’t enjoy my short vacation because that would make me a bad person. I wasn’t the only one who had the week off, regardless those thoughts floated around my head for awhile. I sighed as I rode my bike, trying to let the air take my dark thoughts away with it.

I got a sudden thought though, when I was at work I had wished I could go out on a picnic with Rae, now I could. It would be perfect, being able to ask what happened last night after I left, not to mention apologizing for worrying her and leaving so suddenly. I unlocked my phone and dialed her number. Didn’t take long for her to answer, as if she had been waiting for my call. “Y/n?” She calls my name through the phone.

“Hey. I was wondering if you wanted to meet me at a park, have a picnic. It’s so nice out, I didn’t want to waste it.” I hoped she’d say yes, but I knew there was a possibility that she’d made plans with Henry last night, to go out today. I crossed my fingers, stopping my bike, waiting for cars to cross before I could. “Yeah, that sounds fun! Plus you owe me an explanation.” She sounded firm in her tone, but not angry. I smiled as she said so.

“I know I do, I’m really sorry Rae. I hope I didn’t ruin your night.” If I had, I would be so shattered. Yeah, the accident at the ferris wheel wasn’t my fault, and it could have happened to anyone else. Even so, I felt guilty for it. “Of course not. Obviously I was worried, and so were the boys, but thankfully because you said you were at home safely we felt better. We tried our best to enjoy the night, we just missed you is all.” A sigh of relief escapes my mouth. I couldn’t explain the amount of weight that was lifted off my shoulders when she said that. “I’m so glad you guys could at least enjoy the rest of your night. Well, I’ll meet you there?” I was about to hang up on her, but she stopped me before I could.

“Wait, have you read the email the school sent all the students? Everyone’s been talking about it.” The tone in her voice was more serious now, giving me the impression that something bad had happened. “I’ve been working, I haven’t checked my phone. Is it serious?” I asked her. The cars had stopped crossing by now and I rode my bike to what was left until I’d arrive home. “I’ll explain it to you later, it’s so bad. I still can’t believe it’s real.” She says, her voice expressed her clear disbelief. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I tried my best to open up my emails as I rode my bike.

Sure enough, there it was. An email from administration that stated we had the week off because of some internal issues. It didn’t seem as serious, but then again if they needed to focus on that problem so much that they gave students and teachers a week off, it had to be serious. My mind ran circles trying to figure out what type of internal issue could cause such a reaction. I couldn’t come up with anything. Instead I got home and opened my door, rushing to change out of my work clothes. Once I had I packed the necessary things for our picnic. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see her because I was dying to know what had happened with the school. As quickly as I had gotten home, I had left as well.

As I got back on my bike, Jimin called out to me. “Malum, where are you going?” He asked. I would have responded sooner, but I was slightly taken by surprise. I had noticed it before, but it was much more noticeable now. Jimin’s light that outlined his whole being, and followed his every move, was starting to dim. It wasn’t as bright as the first night I met him. “What’s wrong with your hair?” I asked him, reaching my hand up to touch his blonde locks. The roots of his hair were turning black, but I highly doubted it was because he needed a touch up. Angels wouldn’t need to do that, would they? Dye their hair? He grabbed my wrist gently, pushing it down. “It’s stress, it tends to happen to us guardians.” He brushes it off, instead opting to get an answer from me. “Who are you going out with?” He asks, his tone of voice is a little different. Lately he’d been changing, in the way he spoke and I wasn’t sure why. He was just slightly off, but maybe it really was the stress like he claimed.

“I’m just going to have a picnic with Rae. Please tell me it’s not me causing you stress, I’m so sorry.” I suddenly felt bad, maybe it was me. He’d been on top of me these two weeks we’d known each other for. Or more like I met him, and in the span of that time I’d gotten into three different incidents. He was trying his hardest and I was probably still causing him trouble. He could only smile as he chuckles slightly. “It’s not you, it’s just guardian things.” He had me in his embrace now, comforting me. I was worried it was me, and maybe it wasn’t, but I was sure I was adding onto it. I brought my arms around him for a moment, enjoying his warmth, but I had to let go eventually. Rae was waiting and I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression.

“Even if it’s not me, i'm sorry you’re so stressed. I’ll try to be on my best behavior. I promise.” I smiled holding my pinky up. He locked his with mine as he shook his head. “Stop being so adorable before I make you stay with me.” He laughs as he secures the bag I was holding with the food into the basket of my bike. “Alright, bye Jimin.” I wave at him as I ride off. I laugh at myself, knowing that even if we aren’t together, he’s still with me making sure I’m okay. I make my way to the park where Rae and I were supposed to meet and set up. She still hadn’t arrived, but then again I was slightly early. Not that she made me wait, she showed right on time.

“Why are you always so punctual?” I laugh as she sits down. She does so as well, firing back. “Why aren’t you?” We both laughed, it��s not like I was late to events by hours, but sometimes I’d show up some minutes late. Rae started to dig in, grabbing half a sandwich. I did so as well, ready for her to tell me what had happened. “So…” I started off. She raised an eyebrow at me, as if she didn’t know what I was talking about. “Rae! Tell me what happened, why is the school giving us the week off?” Her eyes went wide, as if it clicked in her head what I was talking about. “Ohh…” She spits out, covering her mouth.

“You won’t believe this! Apparently the dean, and some other professors have been washing a curtain amount of the tuition money. They’ve been doing this for a couple years.” Rae says, taking another bite of her sandwich. “Washing?” I ask, I’d never heard the term before, or at least I didn’t think so. Whatever it was it sounded bad. “Y/n! You don’t know what that is? Money laundering? They’ve been tuition money from students to make larger amounts through criminal activities. They put back what they use and keep what they made.” Once she explained it, I realised I had heard of it, through movies and tv shows. I didn’t think I’d ever hear of that happening in real life, especially so close to me.

“How’d the school find out anyway?” I asked her, quite intrigued by the whole situation. “A friend of mine who helps out in the office said that another professor who found out about it let the cops know. Obviously no one but the cops knows who the professor is. Apparently they have the people involved held up at the police station for questioning.” She further explains. I couldn’t believe that was happening right on our campus. I wondered what drove them to do so, maybe they needed money to pay for medical procedures? Then again, they’d been doing this for a couple years now.

“Right, they can’t just take them to jail, they need to investigate if everything is true. If it is, they’ll probably cancel certain classes huh? Until they find replacements.” I tossed the idea around. It was still crazy to me, but I didn’t want to judge them. Maybe they had a valid reason, even if it wasn’t under the law. “You bet. You know our professor, Mrs. O’Brien, she was involved in it too. Which means we’ll probably have that class canceled.” She sighs in defeat. She had the right to because if they didn’t find a replacement for her, that would set us back for the year. Having to take that class again next semester.

“Enough of that, why did you leave so suddenly? I mean I know that the ride stopped working at that must have been terrifying, but you left running without a word.” I wasn’t sure either, I mean I knew why, but maybe someone else in my shoes would have waited for David. Done something different, instead of sprinting off. I just, I wanted to see Jimin, he was the only one who could help. My instincts told me to run to him and I did, but how to explain that to Rae. “I’m not sure, maybe I was just in fear of my life, having flashbacks to the car accident. I just wanted to run home in that moment.” I explained to her. Which was the truth, or at least half of it. “How’d you even get home?” She asks, which was a valid question. The boardwalk was pretty far for my apartment and telling her I ran home was crazy. Which was why she was probably curious.

“I ran as far as I could and once I was tired I called a taxi. I just wanted to get home. I know I should have waited, or warned you all, I just wasn’t thinking to be honest.” I half lied to her again. I hadn’t realised just how much I had to lie to her, to keep Jimin a secret from her. She nodded at my explanation. “I get it, I’m just glad nothing happened to the both of you. Which brings me to my next point. Who was with you last night?” She raises a questioning eyebrow. I thought she’d believed me when I told her it was my laptop. What made her think I was lying?

“What do you mean? I told you it was my laptop. I was watching some random video to get my mind off things.” She nodded her head slowly, as if she wasn’t sure. “You hung up the phone so quickly, I just wasn’t sure if it was true.” She wasn’t wrong, there was a valid reason for her not to believe me, and I had hung up quickly. Of course, I needed her to believe me, to keep her in the dark about Jimin. “I know, I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” I sigh, taking another bite of the sandwich in my hand.

“So are you going to do anything with your week off school?” I ask her, trying to change the subject. “Because I think I’m going to visit my parents.” The thought had just come to me. It’s been awhile since I had gone to visit them, and now I had time. It only seemed appropriate to go. “Maybe I should too, but Henry and I planned a date for Tuesday, since we have the week off.” I nodded, smile on my face. The fact that he asked her out for a second date was great, at least I didn’t ruin her chances for that. The rest of our time was spent talking about random things. Like movies we wanted to see, tests we’d taken this week that we had a headache studying for, or plans we had. It was pretty peaceful, the sun was warm and the wind was perfect. Carrying our laughter with it, as it ran through our hair, and past the tree branches.

Eventually I arrived home, folding clothes and shoving them into a suitcase, as I dialed my moms phone number. “Y/n? Wow, it’s been awhile since you’ve called.” My mother's voice seems surprised. She wasn’t wrong, the last time I’d called her was before I’d met Jimin. Which was two weeks ago, I would have called sooner but I was so caught up in school and everything that had happened since I’ve met him. “Sorry mom, I would have called sooner but school and work are a hassle.” I explain to her, continuing to pack.

“It’s worth it though, you’ll see.” She sounds a bit tired, she’d probably just gotten home from work. She loved being a doctor, but she couldn’t deny it took a toll on her. “I just hope I’m as happy in my job as you are in yours.” I paused for a moment thinking about what my life would be like down the road. “But mom, I called to ask if it was okay with you and dad if I come visit. I have the week off work and school.” I asked, stopping what I was doing to see what she’d say. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. “Of course honey! Oh this’ll be fun! Your dad and I have been dying to see you! You’ve been away for so long. We’ve really missed you sweetie.” She exclaimed through the phone, her tone was no longer worn out, but instead excitement was apparent in it. A big smile on my face as I folded my shirts to pack them into my suitcase.

“Oh great! Okay, I’m catching a bus tonight. I think I’ll be home before midnight.” I told her, she was so excited to see me, which of course I was as well to see them. We said our goodbyes and I ended the call. I tossed my phone on my bed as I went to my closet to get some jackets in case it was cold. I came across Jimin’s white knit sweater. I ran my finger tips over it. On impulse, I shoved it in with the rest of my clothes, deciding I need if. Didn’t take me much longer to finish packing after that, calling myself a taxi.

I gathered my things and did a quick count, to make sure I had all of my belongings. Once I did I walked out, the taxi already waiting for me. The man sitting in the driver's seat walked out, helping me with my suitcase. After he’d placed it in the trunk he walked back to his door. I sat down, looking out the window as he drove. The ride was as peaceful as it could be. I watched the city pass by, the place where I met Jimin, where he saved me from the car, and the road that lead to the boardwalk. I smiled slightly, happy to step away from all of that, even if just temporarily.

After sometime, I’d arrived at the bus station, paying off the taxi with some pocket money I had. I walked in and aimed to get in line, to pay for my ticket. Which wasn’t much of a wait, as only one person was in front of me. I quickly walked over to the counter. I asked for the ticket, waiting for her to tell me the amount I needed to pay, to retrieve it from my wallet. “Okay, one two way ticket will be $75.” The lady said, and she looked at me, waiting for me to pay. My eyes however, went wide, as I reached for my purse to retrieve my wallet. I didn’t even have with me. My heart palpitating erratically, as I figured I’d left it in the taxi, but I tried hard to remember where I’d last seen it. I realised only then, that I had never had it with me. When I checked to see if I had all of my things, my purse was missing. How did I forget it?

“I’m sorry.” I smiled awkwardly at the woman behind the counter, as she waited, slightly annoyed at me. I sighed, frustrated with myself. I stuffed my hand in my back pocket to bring my phone out, instead I felt paper. I wasn’t sure what if was, bringing it out to inspect it. Be careful, Allicio. You'll need this soon. The piece of paper from the night I went to do laundry was still in my jeans. The hundred dollar bill along with it. I hadn’t realised I’d been wearing the same jeans. Had I mindlessly put these in the washing machine this week without taking the paper and money out? I must have because the ink seemed smeared now, like it had been wet at some point and now it was utterly crips from being in the dryer. Thank god I hadn’t taken it out, or else I’d have nothing to pay with. I handed the money over to the lady and waited for my change and ticket. I could not believe I’d really been dumb enough to forget my own purse.

As I went to sit down, waiting for the bus to arrive, it hit me. You’ll need this soon. Is this what he meant? How could a random customer have known this would happen? That’s impossible, it had to be a coincidence.

Right?