Because of too much heat caused by the blazing ball of fire set high above the vastness of the sky, Binsent Anchorman and Well’s clothes dried up in not less than ten minutes. “So, shall we now go?” Well asked as soon as he wiped away the remaining droplets of seawater from his forehead. There were still particles of sand stuck on the back portion of his partly soaked pants, but he did not mind having them so he just proceeded on standing up and pretended that there were not there in the first place. “I believe now is the right time to do so,” Binsent Anchorman replied as he went up on his feet and brushed off the clouds of dust from the back of his jeans. “I hope it would not be so bad if you arrive at the hospital late.” He moved forward, leaving Well a few steps behind. The laces of his shoes were untangled, but he did not have the luxury of time to tie them up. Instead, he just went on walking as if nothing had happened. “I bet so. But the only problem we have to face right no

In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” W

“Allen Mar,” Well whispered under his airy and soft breaths. “Sorry, I know it is just so random, I know. But I have a question.” He cleared his throat, as if that one particular question was a lump that caused him to have difficulty in speaking. “What is it?” Allen Mar glimpsed at him like the question or whatsoever was no big deal. He was looking at the vast horizon ahead of them– a mountain rages waiting for the bursting of luminous light coming from the ball of fire that’s just about to break the dawn. The sky was a massive sheet of blue canvas spread up above them, how clear and clean that was. “We are already friends, Well. Close friends. Close enough that you can ask me whatever you want without really giving me a heads up of what the question is going to be about. Close friends do not do that anymore. Close friends do not need permission to do anything to another– as long as it comes from the heart, and as long as it does not hurt either of the two parties, it does not matte

"Don't you think it's unfair?" Well swung his head as he looked up above him. "He kept on dragging and dragging me in danger, making me think that it's all because of me— that I was the target of the culprits all along— only for me to later on know that it was actually him they were running after. I think it is just so unfair. There were so many times I have put myself to danger that he, himself has caused. And I was this tiny, little clueless innocent man whose never realized that I've been deprived of the truth ever since the day he and I have met," Well answered. Tears were already dwelling in the corner of his eyes but he did not wipe them away yet. He let them stream for as long as it demanded to. "Can anyone blame me for losing my trust in him? Don't you think it is also valid to be angry because of him? Because if I am to think of it, I have every right to be angry just as he has every right to be defensive." Well coughed. “Yeah, I can also say that’s right, though.” Binsent A

“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk. On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time. “I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that. “Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f