XXXVII | Gone

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My phone makes a sound
across the room.

Ah.

I run to the nameless chicken rice shop.

Breathless,

I reach the door
and pause,

one hand on the cool metal handle,

my reflection panting
in the black glass.

The door is opened before I am done composing myself.

I stumble inside,
falling

into Rowan's
expressionless eyes.

She doesn't speak

and I don't say anything either.

Finally,
'He's upstairs.'

She brushes past me,
carrying her National Day tote bag.

I take a deep breath
when I reach Rowan's room.

But there's nothing to prepare myself for.

Kumar looks good.

The usual smile
on his face.

'You're fast, man,' he says,
'I just texted half an hour ago.'

I cross my arms.

His grin grows wider.

What else was I supposed to do?

I received a text
from an unknown number
that said:

KUMAR NEEDS YOU.

Of course, I called a Grab
and ran like the wind.

#*%&.

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