Jimin had a vast curiosity on that stranger. Actually, he didn’t know whether curiosity actually was the correct term for him to use on this situation—but he really did curious about the girl, the bus girl.

 

 

 

"Hey you," I called that girl, but she kept walking. 

 

"Hey you, the girl dressed in white!" I called her again, this time with voice that loud enough for her to hear, hopefully.

 

The girl did stop and turned at me, blinking couple of times before she pointed to herself. "Me?" The obvious startle plastered on the girl's face and that happened when I stopped at her. She eyed me without pause with a frown.

 

I bent myself when I stopped in front of her to catch up my breath—and my courage that splattered around when I called her just now. At the moment my eyes were fixed on her, I could feel my feet left frozen and my mind was numb to think for a while.

 

She was standing in front of me and I realized that definitely not a dream. I could hear her breath along the wind danced around me.

 

Her hazel eyes drown me helplessly in her gaze.

 

 

Maybe it was true, I had fall in love.

 

 

She blinked again with her eyebrows arched.

 

 

Maybe it was true, I had fall in love.

 

 

She parted her lips to say something—and I wish she called my name with her soft voice.

 

 

Maybe—I had fall in love.

 

 

“Hello?” She spoke, waving her hand at me.

 

 

And I was lost.

 

 

I had fall in love