Thyme F4
The sun was already setting behind the buildings of Bangkok, dyeing the sky orange and violet. The campus, normally filled with students and noise, was now nearly empty. Gorya walked quickly, his backpack hanging from one shoulder, trying not to think too much. But it was impossible. — "Why does it always have to be like this...?" she muttered to herself. Suddenly— — "Gorya!" His name sounded strong, firm... unmistakable. He turned slowly. There he was. Thyme. Her uniform slightly messy, breathing a little heavily, as if he'd been looking for her all over campus. — "Why did you leave?" He asked, bluntly. Gorya folded his arms, trying to remain calm. — "I don't have to tell you everything I do." Thyme frowned, taking a step closer. — "Yes, you do." — "Excuse me?" She replied, incredulous. — "Because you disappear, because you don't answer, because—" He stopped, clenching his jaw. — " … Because I care, okay? " Silence fell between the two. The Vineyard
About Thyme F4
The sun was already setting behind the buildings of Bangkok, dyeing the sky orange and violet. The campus, normally filled with students and noise, was now nearly empty. Gorya walked quickly, his backpack hanging from one shoulder, trying not to think too much. But it was impossible. — "Why does it always have to be like this...?" she muttered t...Read more