Hello dear.

Well even though I told that I wouldn't be updating until December, I thought I would do that today. I think you will like this. My writing style is bit unique to myself, I hope you wouldn't get confused.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

Present time : written in black Cambria.

Past time : wriiten in blue Cambria.

Word count : 1105

Ashen shadows grow darker around the edges of the serrated wheels, as they glide on the brown margins of the depiction on the parchment surface when time ticks, turning minutes into hours. Auburn shades of the falling dusk scatter into the ground, painting the room with a lonely hue of silence. Lu Han dips his head deeper, his tired hazels observing the illustration of the tiny metal elements on his phone screen, sweeping the screen with pads of his thumb and index finger, amplifying its pixels. The internal arrangement has to be completed with a clear-cut accuracy. Every infinitesimal piece possesses a significant impact on its entire creation. Lu Han knows. The stack of papers with various diagrams and scribbles sitting on his desk, assortment of metallic objects and collection of tools surrounding him are a soundless scream of his commitment and efforts.

Lu Han scrutinizes the metal wheels and screws through an eye piece that magnified his view. Placing everything in order is a difficult and challenging task. His neck muscles are burning and drooped shoulders cry in agony for the much needed rest but obstinate attitude of the youth is bursting from his every single move.

His attention is diverted to the outside world by the pitter patter of the rain drops. A drizzle meets the summer evening, only to ignite the unspoken sadness, thumping softly on the glass door. Lu Han’s hands still as his mind wanders to the past, his soft browns dimming with a lingering sorrowfulness.

Spring mornings are beautiful and shiny, breeze softly gracing the city with a tinge of floweriness.   

Lu Han smiles to his own chirpy self, his mind planning ahead of what he would do. It is just a three day vacation from his exhausting occupation of an electrical engineer, materialistic yet challenging employment and he needed this moment in his life once in awhile. Mentally thanking his boss Kris Wu’s generosity of forcing him to go on a break to energize his ruffled stressful brain, Lu Han stands on the platform checking his wrist watch.

7.00 a.m.

His black hair dances as wind gently brushes past him, swaying his dark blue coat. His white attire underneath the coat pleases himself though, his best friend, Yixing’s idea of clothes for a holiday is full of rainbows. Lu Han reminds how Yixing told that Lu Han is monochromatic with white or black as a definite choice of color in his sense of fashion. But for Lu Han, white is a symbol of serenity and Black is the mixture of every existing color, which is, for him, represents the life.