November 27th
Description
The Byun breathed deeply some times before taking the courage and pushing the great glass gates in front of him. He ignored the recepcionist, walking fast through the well known white corridors. The said man never understood the reason why they were that color, but it would change nothing if he did; that place would always bother him.
Foreword
It was November 27th, and you had a word to hand, a class to attend at college, a home to where return and tired eyes.
It was November 27th, and he had a smile, a hand gesture, curious words and you as a company.
It was November 27th, the day for you to stay with him.
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Author's note: I'm really sorry about misspelling, english is not my first language. (Actually, I half translated it and I couldn`t keep up with it because I needed to sleep, but I'll make it up in a while)
Story also posted on Spirit.
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