For the last few days, Yvonne was bored. She is either working
or at home doing nothing. Her house, without Kim, is empty. Summer
and Moon had dropped by some times after work but the silence is
always there when both of them went home. The silence haunted her,
making her think about the unhappy things in the past. But what
worried her most is the future, between Kim and her. For the first
time, she felt that she really needed Kim to be with her. She
wanted to walk the remaining journey with Kim. As she thought of
this, she picked up the phone and tried to call Kim. However, the
voicemail of his cellphone greeted her. Disappointed, she hung the
phone, and went to bed.
Hello, is that Cliff?
Yes, speaking, may I know who is on the line?
Kim. He replied, wondering if Cliff had any idea who he was.
Need to talk.
They met at a pub that night. It was stationed in a dark alley,
smelly and dirty. But inside is a different sight, with all the
hippy people dancing away to the trance music, blasting loudly at
the background. They sat by a table just in front of the bartender.
A waitress came by and clear the mess on the table created by the
previous person that sat there. Kim smiled at her politely.
Kim does not know how to go about asking Cliff regarding the
whereabouts of Joey. Kim felt that if Cliff had a hand in her
disappearance, he might give it all away if he asked tactless
questions.
I presume you know Joey, more than who she was in the office you
used to work right.
Well, is this an interview? Okay, I did fling with her, a couple
of times, and Im sure she did with you right. Haha
Seemed like Joey had told Cliff about Kim and herself. None of
your concern. She is in grave danger, I need to find her fast. Kim
hoped to create a sense of urgency in Cliff.
Danger? Why am I not informed? You make me laugh. Cliff did not
believe him. And there is no reason for him to do anything even if
Joey was in grave danger. Cliff did not love her.
Whatever the case, I need to find her. Kim walked away.
His next stop was the cemetery that was found in that box. It was
almost dark. He flashed his torchlight across the tombstones and he
could not help feeling afraid. He was looking for the grave
numbered 213.
209, 210
. Kim could not believe that he was doing this. He was
looking each grave close up for the number. Each time the
flashlight shone on the picture of the owner of that tombstone, he
was afraid. Than, to his right, he saw a figure, clothed in black,
almost blending with the surrounding. Could it be a ghost? He
shifted his torchlight towards that direction and saw that it was a
girl, with hair blocking her face. It was at least human.
He went up to her and started to talk to her, asking her why she
was here, alone, at this hour. She pointed to the grave she was
standing in front of, and said that she came to visit her friend.
As the light shone on the tome, the number 213 was reflected. He
squatted and examine at the photograph more closely. It was Joey,
he almost fell back on the grass.
How did she died? When? He was shocked when he saw the
photograph. Now he was trying to brace himself.
Last week, she killed herself. Reason is unknown. The police were
still investigating it. The girl in black turned her head, as she
spoke. She was quite a beauty, with a proud nose and a valentine
cheekbone.
Kim took a few steps backward and ran off. Back in his hotel, he
was thinking again. He had not stopped thinking since the day he
moved into the hotel. Joey knew that she was going to die,
therefore, she left him with all these things. She even told him
about her past and declared her love she had for him. Kim, finally
found her. He could only wait for the police to determine her death
and motive.
...to be
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