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Two Sides of the Coin (10)

Chapter 10: Unread Pages of an Open Book | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 | Previous: Part 9 | Next: Part 11 | Masterlist

10 of ?

Jidné checks her homing beacon, the blue light’s brightness weakened and the beating slowed down, signaling the Mantis’s departure from Ombari. She’s climbed up to the mesas of the badlands, situating herself at a vantage point, a silhouette of a ship flying away from the planet caught the corner of her eye.

“May the Force be with you,” she uttered, supposedly for Cal, but the humid wind carried her words into its nothingness.

Cal surely made true to his promise. In a newfound sense of adrenaline and determination, he skimmed through the temple in Ilum, easily cutting through the enemies lurking there until he could find a second kyber crystal for the waterproofing modification. Despite his child-like excitement, he kept in mind to be patient for the call of the kyber.

“Beee, chirp trill!” BD-1 initiated as Cal had found his way into another part of the cave that he’d not been in last time.

“Jidné? What do I think of her?”

The little droid perched on the boy’s shoulder sang a string of whistles and beeps, conveying his own thoughts on the girl—Cal roughly translated it to somewhere along the lines of “I really like her! Kind of her to help us out!”

“Yeah, buddy, I like her too,” the redheaded Jedi concurred, as he punched a wall of ice with his climbing claws.

By the time Cal had arrived to Ombari, it was already afternoon and the sun blazed its strongest at that hour—compared to the morning blizzard that welcomed him back in Ilum. Jidné was alerted of his arrival when the homing beacon returned to its usual constant state—the light grew bright and the rhythmic beeping became livelier again.

“Cal,” Jidné uttered while staring at the blue glowing circle sitting on the palm of her hand.

Meanwhile, back in the Mantis, Cere—as well as the rest of the crew—had been noticing Cal’s new eagerness of things. In a Jedi’s perspective, she wasn’t surprised to learn that Cal wanted to have his saber modified into a waterproof design, though it intrigued her on where he was getting such ideas. The better question being: who gave him these ideas?

Cere watched the boy frisk his entire person to see if he still had his handy tools on him, Cal barely paid attention or responded to anything the older woman has to say—not out of rudeness, but simply out of haste.

“Cal, a word, please?”

That request seemed to have paused Cal from checking himself for the third time in a row.

“Something up?”

“It looks like Ombari has a lot to offer you,”

Cal scoffed, slightly puzzled, “Heh. Erm… I guess? I mean, it’s a quaint town—nice locals, good food, Greez might like the marketplace for a change.”

Cere gave up with the subtexts and went straight to her point.

“You seem like you found someone interesting,” she implied.

“Yeah, I suppose I did,”

The woman bobbed her head to the side, prompting Cal to elaborate on his new acquaintance. Cal told Cere—along with Greez and Merrin—about Jidné. He introduced her to them verbally as a fellow Jedi, he narrated their first meeting in the jungle when he helped her out with the pack of Bashiji cats, followed by the hot pursuit of the bounty hunters—he added her Force ability as well, which piqued Cere’s interest in the same fashion as Cordova would—and their skirmish with another pair of Haxion Brood bounty hunters earlier this morning.

When asked on who her mentor was, Cal couldn’t answer. Instead, he reasoned that he hasn’t exactly brought up that topic yet as it might make Jidné uncomfortable.

“Well, you’ll get to meet her soon… I hope,”

However, Cere’s next query would pause him from what he’s doing and stop him in his tracks.

“Do you trust her?”

There was a split second’s worth of silence from Cal’s end. His eyes shifted from Cere to the floor, panning the interior of the Mantis for the right words.

“Of course, I do,”

“Off to meet her, I see?”

“Yeah, she promised to help me modify this,” he waved his saber hilt in his hand as he headed out.

Cere watched the redheaded boy leave the ship and disappear into the forest. Merrin approached and stood by the woman’s side, watching the now-empty view of the forest where they’re landed in.

“Do you think that girl can sense his… fondness of her?”

The former Jedi chuckled with her arms crossed, “If there’s one thing Cal is bad at: it’s hiding his emotions and being so… direct. Alright, now make that two things.”

“I strongly agree,” the Nightsister parroted Cere’s posture, now both ladies watch the silhouette of the smitten boy shrink into the distance.

Cal made his way to the badlands, even if he and Jidné didn’t exactly agree where they’d meet once he comes back, he simply followed his instincts—which were strongly sure that she’d be around there. He pulled up the hood of his beige poncho, protecting himself as he trekked under the blaze of high noon.

The boy and his droid stood underneath a withering tree whose branches were thick enough to cast a shadow to shield them from the heat. BD-1 gave Cal a lead by scanning a sampling of the plant Jidné traded to the vendor.

“Chirp, trill. Bee!”

“Puffreeds,” Cal translates. “This is what Jidné had in her hands earlier.”

Following the river had brought him to the other side of the lake—away from the island where he and Jidné fought off the Haxion Brood hunters—and searched for puffreeds.

From Cal’s back, Jidné appears out of nowhere. She quietly comes into Cal’s vicinity and watched him survey the area as if searching for someone. She cleared her throat to get his attention and he spun around a bit too strongly that he lost his left foot’s balance when he faced Jidné, the little blunder drew out a giggle from the girl.

“Hello there,” she greeted casually.

“I figured I’d find you here,” Cal straightened himself up and tugged the hem of his shirt that crumpled underneath his armor in front of the girl.

“Did you now?” cooed an amused Jidné.

“Of course,” he cleared his throat. “I got the kyber crystal. I didn’t wanna make you wait.”

“I’ve told you that I don’t mind waiting. But,” she sighed, then flopped her arms to her sides. “I kept my promise: I waited.”

A smile curled along Cal’s lips, he fished out the new kyber crystal from his pocket as he approached Jidné; he cupped her hands and let her cradle the kyber in the palm of her hand. It fits perfectly at the center of her palm, she slightly angled her hand to let it roll up and down.

“Just the perfect size. You ready to fix this in?” she beamed as she continued to study the clear, flawless crystal.

“I was hoping that you don’t mind if we do it in our ship,” Cal gazed at her fondly, almost as if he’s pleading her to come with this time.

Jidné found the allure of Cal’s eyes, only to realize that he was standing a little bit too close; she bit her lip, her genuine smile was quickly replaced with an anxious one as she contemplated on her response.

“Sure, why not?”

Why did I say that!? She scolded herself in her mind.

“Great! Come on!”

Cal snatched her hand, she had returned the tiny crystal to him before letting him drag her towards the direction of the Mantis. They jogged across the badlands, they kept running even though they’re both out of breath. With her free hand, Jidné concealed her homing beacon into the back of her belt—the beeping pace become more rapid, she hoped that it wasn’t loud enough to reach Cal’s earshot.

The silver fin that she first spotted only through her binoculars grew in size as they got closer. The trees that blocked her view once now revealed it before her behind their wide trunks. The exit ramp unfurled when its motion sensors picked up Cal’s presence and he invited her into the ship. Cal found the three gathered around the dining table.

“Jidné, this is everyone—Cere, Merrin, and Greez! Everyone, this is Jidné,”

During his introduction, the three of them moved away from the table and gravitated towards the girl—who shyly raised her hand and weakly waved at them.

Her voice was almost a whisper, “Hi.”

Greez pointed at the girl, “What’s that? That’s a probe droid behind her! You brought an Imp?!”

Jidné—and ID-3—were startled by the Lateron’s exclamation that she didn’t act fast enough to explain.

“That is ID-3, he’s reprogrammed and he’s with her,” Cal explained.

“Ugh!” Greez clutched his chest with his two right hands. “For a second there, I thought you blatantly brought the enemy to us!”

“Don’t worry, I trained ID-3 not to alert the Imperials until I say so,” Jidné joked. “Don’t you, ID-3?”

The hovering droid beeped, playing along with his owner, of course. When the girl and her droid saw the Lateron’s next reaction, she quickly followed up that she was kidding—reassuring the gray creature that ID-3 is completely out of Imperial commission, thus sparing him from a cardiac arrest.

Cere’s eyes examined the girl from head to toe, she smirked in a teasing manner as she rolled her eyes to the side—to Cal.

“So, you must be the girl that Cal keeps talking about,” the older woman blurted.

Jidné turned her head to Cal for confirmation, his beaming grin subsequently reduced into just a display of his clenched teeth. His initial reaction warranted a single, small chuckle from Jidné, not even Merrin covering her mouth with her hand spared her from releasing a nasal chuckle.

“Right, well, if you’ll excuse us: we have some modifications to do,” Cal stood behind Jidné, clasped his hands over her shoulders, and then shepherded her into the engine room until Cere stopped them in their tracks.

“What modifications?”

“Waterproofing a lightsaber,” Jidné directly answered on both of their behalf.

Cere’s smile melted as well, that sentence was enough a stimuli to bring memories of her prime into mind.

The mood went from jolly to somber. The three of them were reminded of that day; however, Cere was particularly interested with the girl’s knowledge of the lightsaber modification.

“W-Where…? How did you—?”

“My master,” Jidné politely cuts in her reply. “She taught me how. Though, I know she learned it from another Jedi—at least, through his Holocron.”

“Master Fisto,” the woman uttered out of memory’s impulse, her head hung low and scanned the floor. Shortly after, she faced the girl again. “Who was your master?”

Jidné took a deep breath, it’s been a while since she uttered her late master’s name. She puffed out her chest, it was her way of honoring her master, even at the mere mention of her name.

“Her name is Nomara Anesh,” her expression stiffened at the sight of Cere gasping as a reaction. “Do you know her?”

“Yes,” Cere breathed. “She was a Seeker, too. Like me.”

A silence loomed around the ship that only the hum of the air through the ventilation shafts spoke.

“I’m sorry,” there was a heaviness in Cere’s delivery of that very small phrase, though those words carried a great burden for everyone who’s experienced what they have experienced.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. None of us kind of knew what was coming,” Jidné somberly replied.

“Then perhaps that was our fault,”

“Perhaps…”

Cal spared Jidné from further gloom, he kept his hands on her shoulders and gently escorted her into the engine room until he’s shown her the workbench.

“Jidné, are you alright?”

She sniffled, “Yeah, I’m okay. They seem nice.”

“They like you alright,”

The two youngsters traded glances and awkward chuckles, which seemed to be a constant in their interactions—as well as the bashful smiles that they miserably fail to hide from one another just by looking the other way. Jidné began her instruction; she went out of her way to open the hilt of her saber until Cal is shown of the cross-section to see what goes where.

“Now since you got a dual saber, we’re gonna have to halve the crystal,”

“So that’s why you said it was the perfect size,”

Using the Force, Cal carefully meditates on the crystal until it neatly split into half; afterwards, Jidné coached him on the rearrangement of the parts to give way for the second crystal to make the modification work. To lighten up the mood, Cal bantered with Jidné as they worked, bringing up topics and questions initially revolving around the modification; the Jedi girl switched between replies, her own questions, and actual instructions.

“Did you go with the other kids who were about to have their Gathering?”

She shakes her head, “Not really. My master and I flew to Ilum, but I went through the caves by myself. Did you knew about this back then?”

“I’ve heard from the masters, I even asked my master if I could modify mine,”

“Did he allow you?”

“Yeah, he once promised me that…”

Jidné paused from tinkering, hinting at Cal who trailed off in his words and watched his expression soften, apparently reminiscing that exact scenario in his head.

“He promised that once we were done with a campaign we’re in, he’d help me with my saber,” he scoffed, Jidné sensed contempt or perhaps regret. “It never happened.”

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay, Jidné,”

“Good to know,” she blinked and focused her attention back to his opened lightsaber. “Um… see that space below the energy channels? That’s where we’re gonna put the secondary crystal’s chamber.”

Cal grunted, “The copper wires bounce off even if I press them.”

“Here,” Jidné pressed down the ends of the wires with her fingernails. She managed to crack a joke. “Don’t try to shock my fingers with your soldering gun now!”

The boy chuckled, and then winked.

“I’ll be careful. I promise.”

All of a sudden, the trauma and the memories seem lighter to talk about—like a badly needed heart-to-heart with someone who truly understands.

It took them less than a few hours to finish. Never have they ever been this close with each other—physically speaking. Their fingers brushed together when one helped the other with a certain part, their foreheads literally touched whenever Jidné would point at a tiny portion of the saber and Cal had to lean closer. Keeping their eyes on the saber distracted one from catching a glimpse of the other.

When Cal ignited his saber for testing, it was nothing special, the true quality check lies literally in the waters. Jidné had her arms crossed while leaning against the bannister of the engine hatch as she watched Cal study his saber even though the changes were internal, she nodded her head sideways, pointing at the door.

“Shall we mosey on over to test it?”

“Let’s,”

Jidné excused herself and headed out first, as she got out of Cal’s room, she took a breather and massaged her cheeks, she felt the warmth on her face and simply brushed it off as the heat that the engine radiated. From the dining table, she wandered to the lounge after the galley, it was a scene of leftover leisure: the hallikset rested on the middle corner of the sofa and a small potted plant sat on the center of the table. But something more interesting than a guitar and a plant caught the corner of her pretty eye…

A small pile of green, crystalline shards scattered on the floor, sitting at the foot of the table.

Jidné’s head panned discreetly but briskly around the ship, she knelt down and picked up the biggest shard she could find. She brought it closer to her face for examination, the texture was familiar but she only had a foundationless assumption.

Her shoulders jumped when she heard Cal call her name and his footsteps approach. She tucked the shard into her jacket’s inner pocket before he could appear out of his bedroom.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, and you?” Jidné shifted back to her calm demeanor.

“Come on then,”

Jidné felt her lungs constrict while she followed Cal in the lead. They were so indulged with fixing up his saber that they didn’t realize they’d reached dusk. The girl was immensely fascinated at how the painted sky gleamed in front of the setting sun; she kept her head up as they hiked through the forest, staring at the colored clouds as they go along.

“Jidné, over here,” Cal beckoned.

Both of them found a water hole that ended the line of the stream, the pair knelt by the bank and Cal unclipped his saber from his belt.

“Go on,”

Cal hesitated to dip the hilt into the water. He coaxed himself with deep breaths and pivoted his elbow so the emitter faces downwards. The saber in his hand sank into the water until his forearm was submerged. His thumb pressed the switch and the blade hissed out; bubbles foamed and rose to the surface when the rod of light flashed underwater—both youngsters had their jaws dropped open, initially startled at the bubbles, and then they retained their stiff postures until it occurred to them that it worked. Their eyes met and exhaled laughs blew out of their rounded mouths.

The boy hoisted his saber—blade still ignited—out of the water; he gave it a slow, gentle swing and it was functioning as it normally would. Their modification was a success!

“It worked…” Jidné uttered.

“It worked!!” Cal parroted, only louder and more celebratory in tone.

A bottle full of laughter was released from their bellies, but Cal’s was louder.

“We did it!!” the boy exclaimed in a child-like radiance, taking her hands into his and giving it a tight squeeze.

He had his eyes stuck to hers, looking into the earthy brown irises where the sunset’s light reflected. He absentmindedly smiled, her small hands still caged within his gentle grasp. When Cal snapped back to reality, he pulled his hands away from hers slowly and cleared his throat—once again failing to recompose himself after acting like a child in front of Jidné, as a matter of fact, she was endeared whenever he does that.

“I seriously could not thank you enough,”

“It’s nothing, Cal, really,”

A pause. Cal took the time to study Jidné’s features better; he could feel himself closing in, but not of his own volition, it seemed like his body was controlling him instead of the other way around. Only an inch stood between his lips and Jidné’s, the girl could’ve sworn she felt her heart stop. The deed was hindered by a hand on Cal’s chest.

Jidné bit her lip and spoke in a hush, “I should go. It’s getting late.”

She could feel Cal’s chest pull away from her fingertips.

“Right…” he murmured. The distance between them grew.

“So, I’ll see you around—like always?”

She flashed a coy smile, “You always seem to have a way of finding me.”

“Or you finding me,”

Jidné chuckled as she stood up, dusting the soil and grass that stuck to her clothes.

“Good night, Cal.”

“Good night, Jidné.”

What was I thinking!? Jidné screamed in her mind as she sprinted through the badlands on the way back to the Scarab.

You are such an idiot, Jidné Sheedra!! IDIOT!!

Even if she scolded herself as harshly as the biting cold that blanketed the desert in the evening, she found herself in wheezing giggles—confusing her lungs between catching air to breathe or to laugh—her speed fluctuated as she brought her hand to her lips and regained speed when she put it back down.

“Yeah, I’m a fucking hell of an idiot!!” she screamed gleefully in the expanse of the empty desert.

The animals, the plants, and the nocturnal birds circling the evening sky bear witness to Jidné’s proclamation.

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With ya eating less if u not taking u to break into peoples roadside business then where so we follow ya, and with kebi eating much b4 rushing to the cyber to write some of the content of this tumblr following that moves the world like innovation, then stop dude, we cant follow ya silly way dude, its to emulate kebis way cause with writing requires constant thinking which needs ample food. U sick and stupid, behaving as if wanting ya food or if u got even a left penny of cash in ya pocket which again if u spend, they start the below, kinda, they want to bite ya flesh, u glutton need to be eliminated of masai blood. U angry bustared dogs with no sense as have agreed to die so put on a no sense image to be forgiven at judgement they were insane, u aint insane but normal with all the buildings u build and the welded materials and winning cases at the ICC. Friends it will be more tolerable 4 sidion and tire than that city built on a hill at the judgement day, all most all inhabitants will find themselves in hell fire. Sycamore tree with Christ to bring reality home to ya, u wont get by dude.

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I cant leave ya my food daily or give ya a dime, a male with 2 legs still alive, then u pride ya self and u got no agenda where this character will end. Stop dude, look 4 feasible solutions. With tumblr a/c if u don’t follow any a/c like the horse in the link below then u cant shift the a/c to delete

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Kebi saying with like a voice that mourned yesterday but now tired, Mochanda peana hiyo kitu, chini ya paja, kwenye surwali, wacha kukuwa ngumu, ambiye magdalin piya apeane hicho kitu. Wachakuwa mchoyo, haikulwi au ngoleka.

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Mochanda molo cha palo en-kende emathunde otiye kole mabel, kolo okomiya time as am wasting his time ka luonge, osungolena, anbe adwanyise ni kolo angithunde mochung ekola kaka mekego,okoblo kelo na sunga meke. Kebi was cought saying that late last night and infact he is in puberty with swollen nipple, that condition as signs 4 puberty 4 males or we know not maybe cancer.

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What they had not known 4 many centuries kebi knew at 9 years of age, how to make machines, the Negro in slavery, pissing u off, kinda and he brought even more that could not be invented in-case he died. Even made ya to protest as wants good life and come back to Africa so to learn the same and go back. U hold grudges out of that 1, u stupid braggart Mr Negro.

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Vomitting, tea sound as artificial tea has finished them, could have left u once u said Mr Hindu gets money off 2goinvoice- wacha, wide eye, wanatowa, casket the wsu and USA at large meaning. Now they want to put a price tag, that u can get out of the joining if u pay an extra amount cause they r poor and wants to reap huge, Mr Hindu. Wakatwe na panga or they could do the same to ya. Eying xmas as well with her accessories. The above photo is on Mcsleepy nelson Fb a/c like in the link below

https://www.facebook.com/mcsleepy.nelson.39/videos/137986677798049/?t=0

They don’t want people to live good as accessories that makes life livable are now made in any nation shown in following tumblr a/c of this a/c, where they don’t want this as well, when cash placed online, they if u pay on credit daily, weekly or monthly u wont escape paying as it will be automated payment from ya phone provided ya phone got money, so out of this they fear their will be no bad debts out of escape or-else in prison or death, folks click the link below 4 more explanation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mQJaXwGPlg

Gino, that thing, hiyo kitu, they keep on saying as will uplift them or benefit from yet they know not the bulk of these writing are gotten from the net proved by the links displayed they claim they understand not or gotten from other people Fb sent to my a/c.

Kebi en kijana ma mande silwal, lando kuonde moko to ratenge other sides, to eye okwang, but periodically if he frawns or his manhood pissed off it erects looking upside the sky with round ball on top, kinda, warning women to try it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf7XwQzS0s4

You can as well apply the many sensor placed in the head of the sicks in developed nation as make them as sensors and place them per equal cm on the roof top in case 1 lands on top of ya roof it sounds the alarm system to ring like in the link below.

https://www.masimo.ca/products/continuous/root/root-sedline/

Duvet bag holder the transparent 1 they locate people who have bought such dovet and ask them 4 the same where they place duvet gotten from houses as most houses are left without the door closed and from nursing homes place them inside the bag and sell them as new and many people in USA knows how to make the same themselves even in Mexico and do the same b4 shipping them to other 3rd world nations.

Kebi was given chance by moch as we hear, the next day while brushing his teeth, do u know what he was telling mochnda as moch says secretly within herself, this 1 i will leave soon if not drunk. “Dawa moch, dawa ya nini, Colgate, wapi dawa, where is the toothbrush drug, medicine in a disgusted voice as if the owner of the house“ moch though he had slight headache or was a gimmick wanted not to get off her house.

wet cell will be eliminated completely together with the acid, sorry to those who works in those company as it will be replaced with like rechargeable phone/ camera batteries or just dry cells as the starter comp where the motor rotating the magnet to produce power can use 1.5 volts dry-cell, it means the above folks, where it can be placed inside household appliances to power them eliminating as well sockets and wires to those switches cutting revenue 4 firms involved in that category of production or eliminates wires to bulb if bulbs as well are made that way, the same way eliminate gas and cooking gas as gas is no 1 Forex exchange for middle east nations and Norway, as well destroying the economies of those nations. Christ with king of the jew to cement the truth. A new phenomenon, instead of getting to the gas station to fill ya car u branch to a shop or a chain-store not to buy gas but if u don’t use rechargeable cell, u buy a dry-cell to power ya machine like with motorbikes, lorries, buses, tractors, speed boats, yatch or airplane. Its like killing many not just 2 written in books with 1 stone as u can place 2 battery as 1 being used another charged b4 an automated exchange is done, mfalme wa ya whodi to bring reality of Christ made to dies not ya own thinking in another version as Worker and vineyard brings down the reality, yath are trees u can hang wind turbine or medication as chwa/okwaju, tamarind seed with treating Aids, Malaya i will be fucking giving them cash, so spare me of ya daughters and leave me all alone to do my thing, my 1-2 step slowly and softly as smoothly.

North Kenya was abysinia while part of North Tz was Italy, the owner will crush them to wretched end once they have know the machine making techniques which they migrated only cause they knew not at that time and Abysinia inhabitants were Chinese. Now u got the Sourer technology get to the planet u came from away from ours which u disturb us with creating havoc each day and night, get to ya own planet dude, Or what do u want with us dude, like luo to Pluto and kikuyou to Uranus and kisii likewise and many other similar character tribes i know not bro

If they used to telling people they drunk the blood of Christ and made others into meat when was still young at taking blood sample in hospital 4 diagnosis and when he died to make them sharp and still are locating him alive in other folks to do the same cheating other tribes to follow suit which blindly they want to engage in like with Killing kebi and doing the same. Question arises and is, still Kebi is all alive like a dime yet they have made much tremendous developments in coming up with the very very machines u claimed or deluded people that if they drink his blood and some selected few will amount with wings like u. So its a pure lies, cause out of the following tumblr a/c of this even many African nations have made original gadgets without doing the same. Mr White-man my advice to ya, take your lies to ya self or will tantamount to acts of war, aint kidding dude. Now they have made sure they have blocked kebi ways as antagonize him with the locals so in times futurity not find a good place 4 burial as his corpse fears being exhumed with all the security measures he has explained explicitly laid down regarding exhumation of graves, u now want him to get to ya nation to do the same and eat him together with ya stupid Negros as now coming to Kenya is cumbersome out of all explanation that Kenya is not all that rich 4 u to come here cause u have learnt her tactics of wanting to make gadgets and artificial food as well as chemicals, disinfectants and gas to sell to ya even with Xmas lighting. So eating his corpse to facilitate the lie below only can easily happen in USA cause he is a stranger their and as usual no1 gives a hoot even of their own death or graves in the developed nations

Click the link below to get 100% software made in Benin 4 smartphone

http://www.rfi.fr/fr/emission/20150621-wakpon-une-application-smartphone-100-made-in-benin

Buy Negro made smartphone in the link below or whirlpool home appliances

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=blue+advance+smartphones+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwibjLfbx5fpAhUKDxQKHWoBCn0QsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=632

Many such made drones like approaching bee or housefly in USA barracks fitted with guns and small detonators or grenade as bombs can finish the USA even in boot camps. Beatitude with Christ meaning and now made in Africa and the same African can make such anywhere. Even just a small made cylindrical plane controlled from the computer fitted with grenade launchers detonator at the mouth when directed to hit like a hard surface detonates and destroy the area and is dimmed a mini-missile and is now made right in Africa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfVR3luAMTk

https://techcrunch.com/2017/08/17/a-defense-company-put-a-machine-gun-on-a-drone/

The alternator generators eliminates as well the below completely

https://www.tripplite.com/products/ups-buying-guide

If the earth is 16 km or in some parts 10 km, then instead of cremation hurl people down that hole to the outer space with a drone taking down photos so its not waited upon with another radar controlled drone for the reasons explained below

Lake Victoria unless reduced, if u got that picture u see the fire en-kindled on it stops as well as lake Trukana were expanded, if u fish on that water u risk going to hell or bathe and if you place or take a voyage on it and that’s why the whites left cause many fell in fire, if u eat neem tree and u place the deceased in ya mind u see them whether waiting in a bench or already in fire of safe outside. Lest u repent fervently. Lake cant be that shallow but but deep like Tanganyika, even fish from those lake if u eat u risk the same, eat from fish-ponds.

Uhuru and Raila and other transfiguring people 4 u, a panga cut, many, awaits ya in podium as i hear just like with the news anchor approaching people from either in-front or behind like in the song below with hand hell BMI machine, it will not go 4 long dude, though u manipulated me, yours also long gone and dead, now u got it kenya poor and dignitaries got no cash so even forcing poor folks with positions, kinda, silly not as previously thought. White blood cell counter machine is another sure way as well and see how it works in the links below as well

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isaXqowHZuU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCHB4GCyufE

https://www.jumia.co.ke/handy-stitch-electric-hand-held-mini-sewing-machine-26776619.html

https://www.alibaba.com/showroom/hand+held+digital+bmi+machine.html?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=hand+held+digital+bmi+machine&isGalleryList=G

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCrOAQt-6ws

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMNyi0XVYpU

Exhumation laws can be incorporated, in that the decease pays that amount to a certain company, either once or instruct the bank to pay monthly from his opened a/c, as this also opens employment, where like in every 5-10 years the grave is exhumed to ensure the grave safety and the explained below like casket taking or corpse and his attire aint done b4 again the grave sealed waiting again 4 the same period to do the same thing in-regards to how many years the deceased has placed his will where even wireless alarm systems and cameras fixed from below the grave but above the casket under bright lights illuminate the upper part of the grave to ensure no exhumation or if so rapid steps are taken to thwart the motives, bring shame and reality in the society of the explained above, the lights can be many depending on the bulb life span so if 1 burns up another is lit automatically or wirelessly as well can be placed on radar i.e in computers like in Skype 4 public or as in live you-tube

Mini-weight measuring machine even for scrap metal pickers or the vendors in the link below

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Travel-weigh-Portable-digital-Luggage-Scale_1881820448.html?spm=a2700.7724857.normalList.110.4d9e2cdatvY9JF

Booster tall metallic poles if u leave all that large like in Australia or Beverly hills in Carli4nia then take like 500 watt wires with electricity that are invincible and cross on top in a linear way to thwart those using drones from another compound to settle on ya roof top or balcony at night when u know not to, kinda, rob or ambush ya.

Even on shoe u can make holes or on shirts, suits, jackets, trousers that u discard on the bottom tip parts, so not to fund illicit activities and make other dignitary stay in power out of that cause its crystal clear the money they r payed though huge, u owe it out b4 it gets in living in debts lest u resorts on other gimmicks like in the above. Like with shoes on the tongue like in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=parts+of+shoes&client=ms-google-coop&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=A3Oy_0FFk65iZM%253A%252C2bLgRANYR9J8fM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kTw07wRxrMY4s-dyNEyW9dXVjg2Jg&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwih1amhhZrpAhUs8uAKHZdwD4cQ_h0wAHoECAsQBA&biw=1024&bih=632#imgrc=A3Oy_0FFk65iZM:

Desist from buying meat products, go 4 the walking animal or bird as organize many people then u share but keeping in mind if u help in eating a walking animal which can be extinct soon, u can find ya self in hell. Even corpse can be cut into pieces and made into any meat sold in restaurants. Go 4 the 1 which 1 u know has taken blood sample i.e like from cattle neck or intestine of fish and gets into the room and makes b4 selling unto ya, even human plasma makes the same and u r qualified eating corpse or even sausages, the feces of the dead makes the same. Got and sheep parable to bring reality, the blood u see or ascertain as Malachi 4 comes handy to bring u reality dude, desist but its ya choice bro

Ice placed in dough gives u as well big planes, internet, decoder servers, computers, medical equipment as well as office appliances and military vehicles or glass bottles or vice versa or any product u see when u place such. Now i have given the police my Id b4 i replace another to give them cash they r tracing. Now find i who transfigures and withdraw that cash, stop disturbing me dude, u coasterians wanting free things on their side but on ya side cant help ya as runs away from ya, u got Jamaica blood and nice with prostitution if ya land is poor but if rich many will long to work 4 u and that’s the reverse dude. U white-man sympathizers to still oppress of ya color. And now he wants still say i wanna be a politician, u poor, want to bar me so i die here be buried in rural area where they can exhume my grave and eat me, u cannibals while in temperate lands can be buried next to the road in an expensive inside the city grave where such explained above are hard, that’s all dude, i know well ya plans. I will never or see me campaign but if u insist give me that position on a silver platter and u see as siren gas made this way dude, the next morning u will be all corpse so God place me in hell fire, cause i have warned ya prior and nothing can be more christian to cement my long term truth that i hate ya but rather tolarates ya, 4 how long will i say this absurdity. Must end dude!!!

In a big cylinder, u place hay inside with water or the dirty river water of Africa as River Nyando or Yala or Congo then seal it in an airtight manner then in the dark spit saliva many people on the big container sides and boom that gas formed whether methane or siren gas b4 transferring into other small containers. Christ with transfiguration to bring out reality like in the links below

https://www.alibaba.com/showroom/big+gas+cylinders.html?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=big+gas+cylinders&isGalleryList=G

Artificial fish is made with few or the fish intestine placed in ice flakes and many spit on the container that holds the above in the dark and boom the fish of ya type formed as much as with sugar and glucose. With detergents u place the detergent, chemicals, some few amount even with solid fat or applying oil using the same process as much as salt, it can as well be cold water same with finger lings, meat and most animal products as well as coin money and padlocks, bulbs or try with any product like in the above procedure. Even cereals and flour made that way, so they can bring about huge population, to make such and import and if u never know thats their supreme motive even with fuels made that way i.e ethanol, kerosene and car gas or cooking gas where such placed in big container or dirty flash sheet erosion water and the above gimmick done and boom ya gas type b4 transferred to tiny containers, even made with blood plasma of every animal as much as human mostly siren gas.

If truths wants to dawn about exhuming coffins, then lets us sample over 1000 graves in any part of the world mostly in cemetery and Africans buried in their rural homes, folks, i bet u will find the same and we can use, wireless camera to illuminate 4 folks to see the change in coffin or no coffin or parts of the corpse missing, so they know the same, so wanna bring violence so the truths sublime in war excuses as people exhumed the same 4 food as they are cannibal or sold the caskets cause at that time situations were hard. Inside the grave we can employ many lights that can be opened wirelessly in-case 1 burns to monitor the casket and those who can open to tamper with the same, it can harbor wireless camera with solar as described in other following tumblr a/c of this a/c period dude, to bring reality home.

Atuomo, owena, otuomokotugi, jowa said another passing by old woman. Ameachiwa wasee, anagong’a kungong’a

anyalo dhiye jela mang'eny donge, owena anyono, steping on that thing like never b4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCS2mbIcbZw

When u wear the covid mask to make ya ears kitten like, it makes u not feel all that food appetite u used to when they were straight, the indictment with those people with such earlobes as their rapid anger so white-men want to capitalized on that to make people intermarry with such to bring such kids not to enjoy the delicious foods around esp E-Africa.

With the toilet described below, u can employ the combined harvester mouth to grind the fecal matter b4 pumping it into the sewer system to even not heap but to pump even 4 one person immediately while its not hollow where u aim the feces to fall to the grinder but have an enclosure, either automatic when u sit or in a push pull manner not to allow smell from below into the room. Like in the link below dude, the header

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=mouths+of+a+combined+harvester+tractor&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiZ-bfEkJXpAhXgA2MBHX8lDeIQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1024&bih=632#imgrc=FknKPA36S7ebOM

https://www.explainthatstuff.com/howcombineharvesterswork.html

The starter comps in the link below can be place 4 in a raw connected in a series connection to give 200 volts those of 48 volts while the (1) motor rotating the magnets on each either connected in parallel or series or using a belt with 1 motor to rotate all the 3 other gears without a motor but with magnet on top of those other 3 gears, instead of heaping them (starter comp) above each other like described in the link below or u can use 4 such motors as the former. Just like in the diagram below on wood instead, u tell the devil just like with the alternator generator that was drawn in Kevinelson mondy Facebook a/c which many tried to make to bring confusion in town but now on shops as factory made as alternator generator or no fuel generator. History repeats itself dude and the same indictment we see has started falling on the above. Claimers to be of their tribe to benefit but luckily enough the comp is china made

https://www.google.com/search?q=photos+of+an+engine+head+with+the+cylindrical+pistons&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjJy7GRkZXpAhVWwIUKHRmbDKQQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=photos+of+an+engine+head+with+the+cylindrical+pistons&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CERliceGC8emgBcAB4AIABsgKIAbwgkgEIMC4xMi43LjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=UGGtXsnjNdaAlwSZtrKgCg&bih=632&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop#imgrc=62AiHPwJeE5MOM

https://www.jumia.co.ke/epath-3pcs-130-small-dc-motor-with-2mm-shaft-diameter-and-1-to-6-volts-for-model-toys-9797714.html

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-1pcs-mini-micro-small-3-phase-wind-turbines-hand-alternator-generator-3v-24v-12v-new-18194523.html

https://www.jumia.co.ke/catalog/?q=magnetic+rods

https://www.jumia.co.ke/robot-mini-bluetooth-wireless-speakers-fmmemorycardusb-25615476.html

The above can even use phone battery like in the links below or the photocopier belt system

https://www.google.com/search?q=mini%20photocopier%20belt%20systemimages&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg%3ACTXdvnNvcWCdImCQr_1v41iwKbbSMlQfltzEW_1uAG0RoBerqKyYa7xgOi6bS68SlmGEjVKxpfWrK11I_1jgq9ua3aPw7cV5BYQcUiqZZgPZfvY8WdwCO0Ua20gSK8HLdZeVzmhans9Acx2fOIqEgmQr_1v41iwKbRGJJSWIClGshioSCbSMlQfltzEWERY1SglsoC-uKhIJ_1uAG0RoBeroR4JcAgV334pgqEgmKyYa7xgOi6RHglwCBXffimCoSCbS68SlmGEjVETkJ0GNipgHJKhIJKxpfWrK11I8RBYP-ElKG2D0qEgnjgq9ua3aPwxHGxdziiM5D1CoSCbcV5BYQcUiqEY0ZrV6R0kltKhIJZZgPZfvY8WcRyRAivLSfEbIqEglwCO0Ua20gSBHYrYsKsi75dyoSCa8HLdZeVzmhEXTh2OEiVzAJKhIJans9Acx2fOIRPLI-n6U0ihNhiNhjPaUPuHU&client=ms-google-coop&hl=en&ved=0CAIQrnZqFwoTCKiVuNKWlekCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAF&biw=1007&bih=615

The starter comp technology described above can be employed in stereos and TV that uses less than 40 volts, 1 such comp placed inside as inbuilt just as the TV with in-built decoder and with Gadgets that use more the 40 volts, i.e Fridges, blender, kettles, washing machine, oven, toasters, cookers can used the above that gives 200 volts, with iron box it will be big so can employ like 2 such above and used many watts small step up transformers, partially big than the normal iron box like in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=images%20of%20big%20electric%20iron%20boxes&tbm=isch&tbs=rimg%3ACdZBcnhUd_1MCImCvj8SfyIJzDlXjRCyxSGDYpAefpAOXAFBCCu2AaojmUHfK2BFywqsA2EIFp-EPLiuhIbzZKoZC2cS_1jUFmE6pOzxgGddQfUViIz3zmADEe4fuk64pfHmLNb5vPQQ9vbasqEgmvj8SfyIJzDhGLg0f9VsI0QyoSCVXjRCyxSGDYEcGr6IxUB_1hwKhIJpAefpAOXAFARHn0N59eJG48qEglCCu2AaojmUBHarGOAQJ7DDSoSCXfK2BFywqsAERzFTMBN-7_1lKhIJ2EIFp-EPLisRkqpRxlu6TkEqEgmhIbzZKoZC2RHalmOWYDwLayoSCcS_1jUFmE6pOEbrgn7DW-Z11KhIJzxgGddQfUVgR2Of2cAGWJPYqEgmIz3zmADEe4RGux46kynPPVyoSCfuk64pfHmLNEcznruoavwkyKhIJb5vPQQ9vbasRZjHVlt1sXUthFViGb9FHPvc&client=opera&hl=en-US&ved=0CAIQrnZqFwoTCIjBsKz_lukCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAN&biw=967&bih=641

https://www.expertreviews.co.uk/home-appliances/1405852/best-steam-iron-the-best-steam-irons-to-buy-from-15

Ciara of USA, 50 cent, Knowles and like J-zay of yesterday we know and more are not those personalities rather others of same countenance or those who transforms as the drone they were using underneath as described above fell and no rescue to fall in land but just going down in the space, so they are long dead, if u wanna find out, this the answer those who transfigure into other Animals dont partake sour or bitter things and in-fact is more in African political figure and it should follow suit to avoid the former as u cant get a post if u fail to partake such described above to eradicate that shit once and for good with employing other feasible mechanisms such as Wireless BMI machines which are aim at ya the digits gotten

In-fact with explained in following tumblr a/c of this 1, as Lake Victoria was small and enlarged by making a big tunnel on its main draining to the sea rivers then on-top of the long tunnel, km and more heaped debris more than maybe even 100 meters 4 if the tunnel blocked the water dont over flow immediately but collects at the awasi border (Kendu bay homa bay road), the above was done and its crystal clear u see the lake drained its water in the Indian oceans and if u sturdy the East African Land topology, most likely the lake reached Nairobi, while the national park b4 the white relocated where animals gotten from Nyabondo plateau and transferred so in times futurity hamper the spread of the city 4 the better cause it was a lake land and could take ya to hell if u aint a fervent christian, so that will be their justification in time of judgement, has having an excuse, Jesus with Transfiguration another version to bring out reality. Friend get it straight like in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+long+river+tunnels&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwi6tJK5_5bpAhVH04UKHZyfAiwQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=images+of+long+river+tunnels&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BggAEAUQHjoGCAAQCBAeOgQIABAYUPTIOViUnDpg6KE6aAZwAHgAgAGMAogB0iWSAQYwLjIxLjSYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=M1uuXvrONsemlwScv4rgAg&bih=641&biw=967&client=opera&hl=en-US#imgrc=V7qOSZjCwZmBqM

Dont discard ya waste in plastic or metallic bottles or anything given to scrap dealership as u can combine such and sell and buy something meaningful 4 people in ya groups or society like motorbikes cause if u do the former u r promoting the bad character of wanting to eat in ya house trukana or Masai blooded who r now able even to bite and eat ya flesh in the midst of getting into ya conversation. Please thwart their motives dude.

Portacabin houses are now cheap, like 1 room goes 4 $200, so b4 the pursuit of processing ya green-card to avoid u being victimized u can buy such prior in rural America to go to instead of shelter or 1 house or school that increases the victimization index. In-fact should be placed in ya process ya green-card procedure with i.e like buying an E-Motorbike to aid u in ya movement in-case blocked. I went, i saw and i conquered the truths to tell ya, so a blessing in disguise. Once in a century appears 1 like Nelson but not always as mostly rarely. Not even ya education will help u at that time, in snow is cumbersome dude, lest u got the above or take a flight back home just like Kebi did homies.

https://www.google.com/search?q=nigeria+portacabinhouses&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjM6bfplJXpAhVK_IUKHcR5A1sQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=nigeria+portacabinhouses&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1D5dVjChQFggYwBaABwAHgAgAHCAogB2wuSAQcwLjQuMi4xmAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=LmWtXsyaM8r4lwTE843YBQ&bih=632&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop#imgrc=k6XVHoMuSTuNrM

Wasee pigeni rungu, hambiya watu waache kung’edhia, hata peeni kebi motisha apige rung’u, awache kung’edhia ng’edhia tu hapo nyumba, madem ni wengi mno, hata hawo wanajidai madignitary wapige rungu, message from Hamphrey Eteni OF meridian nursing home in Kansas friend with Mike of the same at Via Christi Hospital

If know nothing u need to eat much to make u much fat 4 people to avoid ya as destroy ya brain as well vice versa with investigated sharp people and 1 of the reasons people grows wild over u and some cases police arrest if u eat much yet sharp, they want not, disturbs peoples mind.

Starter comp 4 kitchen that gives 48 volts if u connect 4 in a series connection way gives ya 200 volts rotating the a long shaft inside them with 1.5 V drycell mounted on a slight gear like the toy car wheel system to rotate more fast as finding 2 of such gear where after connecting to rotate on the other end still u find the same connect vice versa on the same end leaving the gear to be rotated by the motor to rotate the shaft cause its soft on that end more than the end connected on the end rotated by that motor on its soft gear part, i mean the part that rotates the wheel, kinda, the shaft can all magnet like the rod inside the radio which wires rolls on, the turning of station part, without placing a step up transformers dude like in the links below, or 8, 24 such below or 16, such 12 volts, Generic 1Pcs Mini Micro Small 3-phase Wind Turbines Hand Alternator Generator 3V-24v 12v. Unless i see i when i can believed as forwarded to me in my Facebook a/c

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsteemitimages.com%2F640x0%2Fhttps%3A%2F%2Fsteemitimages.com%2FDQmb35dGSrLrQoH1aErj2rcUBv4x4WnjAuWRNFxV6Yh6z2u%2Fam2.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsteemit.com%2Fteardown%2F%40proteus-h%2Finside-a-basic-am-fm-radio-receiver&tbnid=HEldBFO7PjMtxM&vet=12ahUKEwjqrbiewpTpAhVB4oUKHYQ2A1QQMyg6egUIARCIAQ..i&docid=8c1JTMtOXgosxM&w=640&h=360&q=images%20of%20parts%20of%20a%20small%20radio&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwjqrbiewpTpAhVB4oUKHYQ2A1QQMyg6egUIARCIAQ

https://www.alignable.com/milford-oh/mikes-electronic-parts/crystal-radio-kit-3

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-1pcs-mini-micro-small-3-phase-wind-turbines-hand-alternator-generator-3v-24v-12v-new-18194523.html

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Odila compounds in KSM migosi estate was where King Solomon house stood along time and besides the road at that time was where the lake started b4 River Nile was dug to shrink it as at that time it drains its water to red sea or Indian ocean in Somali, the mouth to the out let was at awasi border along kendu bay Homa bay road, they heap artificial made debris to make not the river flow again and if u pass their u see the land on this side hangs while the lake water kind wants to overcome the land and fall over but relatively far. They blocked it b4 leaving as it had much water falls that could generate electricity which could hamper they huge population motive as time gets by transport electricity below the earth crust to evade the sea to get big cash from the high population they are championing, even bringing people here from other spheres to facilitate the above truth. When the owner comes knows how to make military vehicles and what they don’t know, will cut ya into pieces, the Naphtali tribe, they feared war cause no point to fight yet they got no internet technology which the people they killed got, so had to relent but now they even know how to make home and office appliances that makes life movable. The Italians machines are the most sophisticated and durable, so imagine and that’s why the Guard tribe killed yesus thinking he will tell Italians the same and subdue them economically and in war dominance and get pride as Christ emanated from their tribe but don’t do that as they fear the explained above.

Buy America whirlpool, mabe or Mexican NAFTA home appliances bro in the link below, must stay ahead of competition to be good and accept reality, rather their goods wont be bought or discarded altogether if they join the bad like support America.

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=whirlpool+electronics+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwif6Z2Yx5TpAhU15OAKHRBTAVMQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=632

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=xxOtXt9ptciDB5CmhZgF&q=NAFTA+home+appliances+from+which+country&oq=NAFTA+home+appliances+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQRzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BggAEBYQHjoICAAQFhAKEB46BQghEKABOgcIIRAKEKABOggIIRAWEB0QHjoECCEQFVDGIFiYbWCccmgAcAJ4AYABhgWIAYNKkgEKMi0zMS40LjAuMZgBAKABAqABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwif6Z2Yx5TpAhU15OAKHRBTAVMQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=made+home+appliances+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjA8eHmx5TpAhXnAGMBHb-aCdEQsAR6BAgIEAE

Artificial ground nuts, sunflower or sim sim used to make as well artificial oil is grinned not that much then much water added then many spit saliva in a big container in the dark and boom they are formed or a little oil on water in a container then the above done and boom the cooking oil. Christ with little kids to cement the truth.

Artificial made pineapple makes ya head shape cone shape 4 the better as the face shape of inverted cone piss many a woman or men but eat it ones and divorce its usage, cause much makes it more/much that way 4 kids to start their laughs or people thinks u r sick or malnourished.

https://www.google.com/search?q=+types+of+humanface+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwic_KKwyZTpAhWj8IUKHadaDywQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=+types+of+humanface+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DvZFjzeGCRe2gAcAB4AIAB1wGIAZ8DkgEDMi0ymAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=EhatXpyrEqPhlwSntb3gAg&bih=632&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop#imgrc=AMD-5VEM6URHbM

Kebi saying where is that Mochanda and MAGDALENE who has refused to get into his love trap, playing not hard to get but rather star-bon, he has done all hairstyles but to no avail including changing attires, now he is signaling women around that his penis can be played with and looks up indirectly by wearing kiri kiri or akala with aerial like projections looking up to cement the truth of the above waiting finally 4 the 2 women say cause like he says he cant stand an erection thinking of them, warning them they can find themselves in hell out of that. Like in the link below

https://www.facebook.com/AkalaShoes/photos/a.1538986833076066/1538986819742734/?type=3&theater

https://www.google.com/search?q=shapes+of+kenya+made+akala+or+kirikiri&client=ms-google-coop&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=1gU96dYBvwKD7M%253A%252CXWEfFtP77WZ96M%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kRjjYAf5GQs2pxz4fBRXqTZ6CDTRw&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjz-P-LxJTpAhXUDWMBHSRkCnMQ9QEwCHoECAgQBw#imgrc=1gU96dYBvwKD7M&imgdii=n0ndiNtGP-OnZM

Dough in ice or cold water make Radios, Tv, home appliances as well as office or medical equipment or glass/plastic bottles or containers. Ice in dough or cold water or vice versa makes artificial tea if u spit saliva in the dark, tiles, tires, guns or any military vehicle or ammunition and even toys and many more gadgets u come to see after u partake neem leaves in ya meditation.

Daily wages is sweet than that saved in the bank if relatively easy to get and can take ya too hell if u do it daily as opposed to people who r looked at who got much cash and life in danger of being robed hence applies tight security measures.

Those who love like kids or rice or play love flat lands with flash like water on them not dry. Those who love snacks love flat dry lands and its known dat way bro. Those who love cold mountainous lands love corpse and if u like such lands investigators think u r 1 and many taken to prison out of this even when u select online. Those who love plain lands or champions in explaining things love lands which are flat but not all that dry like lands which has just experienced slight flash rainfall. Food lovers loves partially hill places not rolling while those who love themselves loves the later rolling lands and its true and ya character known that way while those who love women love lands with water bodies as cities next to or generally people loving people character. Living in big cities creates another character of instilling chauvinism or class in u as vice versa, lands with few people breed love and ya character pegged on the above underlying truths

Pit latrine which are clean with water beneath when u shit in them gives ya the calmness of mind as directs ya or open ya ways bro, serious and try dude and toilets where feces fall on water b4 flashing wobbles ya mind and makes ya less sane scenario with many whites yet they know not but instead give those using pit latrine names as much as with negro folks. It should be made dry where if u sit the shit fall directly into the below part which can be made like 2 meters b4 the fecal mater heap to add much water to pump it to the sewer line using a water pump to avoid the explained above with mind wobbling period dude like in the link below

https://www.jumia.co.ke/k-water-pump-motor/

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=flashable+toilet+images&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjPxd2Pm5LpAhXYDmMBHZ86DVQQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=632

Now their is affirmative action with the new E-bikes which don’t spoil unless wares out in wheels or break parts after long and eliminates completely fuel money the previous use giving ya like 200% profit of the money u made using the gas powered 1, so women not complain or wait on men no-more, as they can buy the same to save their money they used on the same as transport while carrying other women they found on roads like in the links below or just organized to take women in the morning to town and drop them from work in the evening or when call made like from airport or hotels, women now is the time to pro-act and stop waiting on men as E-motorbike profit is huge. Like in the link below

http://africa.chinadaily.com.cn/weekly/2015-07/17/content_21309042.htm

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Flookaside.fbsbx.com%2Flookaside%2Fcrawler%2Fmedia%2F%3Fmedia_id%3D1475038859248143&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2FEvalast.The.Future%2Fphotos%2Favailable-in-nairobi-kajiado-coming-to-kitui-town-next-week%2F1475038859248143%2F&tbnid=VXpF0JNl_oR8SM&vet=12ahUKEwid2uqMnJLpAhWX4oUKHb6pAOcQMygOegUIARCNAg..i&docid=tsKCuYsNtfILhM&w=960&h=734&itg=1&q=e-motorcycles%20in%20nairobi%20images&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwid2uqMnJLpAhWX4oUKHb6pAOcQMygOegUIARCNAg

https://www.doit.com.ng/2019/12/04/do-you-know-mobile-toilets-are-goldmines-in-nigeria/

In the above link u take out the shit u don’t flash it out to the sewer line and its like the pit latrine gimmick above

Buy Zero USA made motorbikes in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=IturXsebG4_UUbGAmtAF&q=kanos+electric+motorcycle+from+which+country&oq=kanos+electric+motorcycle+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQRzoECCEQClCzxANY0OgDYOHuA2gAcAJ4AIABowKIAdMQkgEFMC4xLjiYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjHtOmDnZLpAhUPahQKHTGABloQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

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The know nothings wants u to join their bandwagon which if u refuse they say u hate not good looking people as u disrespect them, as talk much as them with their ears closed and mouth wide open, MR crocodile the Governor where is the utility of all ya Degree which theorem machine have u come up with to help masses or just talking in reproaches and planning hooliganism with hooligans, tell me dude, ya daughter in love with kebi wanna elope or what dude, talk Mr Governor or afraid wont get ya post again. They say Kenya good than USA without proper reasons b4 again saying they r Negros, if they get their they will send us much dollars, stop dude and figure out, they have not know yet how to make home appliances if we know a head of them will sell to them and be rich but now they have known the same as per the links below even with motorbikes. Stop Stop stop, accept u r defeated and lets move on

They still locate people houses to disrespect them and economy wont build that way on disrespect lines but stiff principles below which don’t select whether poor or rich and all ya dirty dubious ways explained below now blocked so source 4 others which r blocked as well. Google bro, now with cheap portacabin house like in Nigeria when other nations have learnt the same, placed in credit eliminate the vice u have heaped upon people 4 ages. Go to hell and die if u wanna dude!!! Locating folks with money to join them, bad character or if not so plan their downfall to start disrespecting them, or cut them in view of exhuming such people casket b4 they sell again even seats brought from Kansas should bore drilled holes as marks on the hind parts using a drill and with anything one left to thrift store or place outside their homes i.e plates that finds their way to Africa so we know they r from the USA to be made cheap or given as donation to thwart the old gimmicks of getting rich fast yet belittling the very people who are hardworking to buy the same. Kids get to the same rest rooms as parents and find feces particles of the later which breeds disrespect among families or people, houses ought to have different toilets to place a mark between parents,kids and visitors to avoid the above. Make ya toilet clean like 100% to avert the later.

Signs of a brighter day bro, we cant teach old Dogs new trick just let them lie as they know not of the below as a good turn deserves another period.

shampoo made out of grass grows ya bald so desist bro ya information. Kenyan motorbikes in the link below

https://cleantechnica.com/2020/02/18/fika-mobility-wants-to-jumpstart-the-kenyan-electric-motorcycle-market-with-battery-swap-model/

The link below represent E-motorcycles which are Kenyan made called Fika, grab your today bro, now stop standing on the road to poke others or in a base to propel hooliganism lest arrest let the law be implemented as fast as the speed of sound period, thought it will never change, dude change will change ya if u don’t relent and obey, We arrived as tumefika not sluggards bro

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=fika+mobility+motorcycle+from+which+country

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=fika+mobility+motorcycle+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjQ9dG8qpDpAhXE8uAKHf1yCVcQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

https://www.google.com/search?q=small+solar+lighting+from+china+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiQl_yGmZDpAhWK_IUKHeVLCJgQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=small+solar+lighting+from+china+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1C52gFYy4QCYI2MAmgAcAB4AIABnBGIAf80kgENMC4xLjUtMS41LjktMZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=h8qqXtC3Mor5lwTll6HACQ&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-dUnless i

http://africa.chinadaily.com.cn/weekly/2015-07/17/content_21309042.htm

see a generator that uses a 1.5 v dry cell to generate 240 volts is when i can believe to alludes of CHRIST 1 disciple called Bartolomeo or just illusions. Can even use the phone battery charging technology as u charge another to replace it cause charging 1 battery and using it at the same time without replacing it cause landslides and heavy downpour. Like in the link below or can be automated in that if the battery reaches a certain voltages it becomes the charged 1 while the was charged 1 now rotates the shaft to produce power and it goes on and on

https://www.google.com/search?q=+phone+battery+external+chargers+from+china+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjKv63ImJDpAhXI4YUKHTfFB00Q2-cCegQIABAA&oq=+phone+battery+external+chargers+from+china+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1D7tAJY9PQCYPiDA2gAcAB4AIABjQeIAfoQkgEFNS0yLjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=BMqqXsqtH8jDlwS3ip_oBA&bih=910&biw=1280&client=firefox-b-d

Even electric bulbs and other accessories are made in euphorbia mixture with water where u place 1 sample of bulb and boom many are formed, torches as well and solar kits, even some phones.

Placing tea in dough and spit on the mixture gives even cooked chapati or raw, mandazi, other biscuits, cookies or cakes.

Put stains on shelter materials like clothing, nursing homes apparels like blankets, bed sheets, pillow or duvet that are permanent so if seen in the markets of other nation are barred from being bought as shame, kinda or make holes at the tip the around the hole sew it again to avoid over-tear to be a mark as above to discourage dubious ways of getting money leading to triumph belittling others for nothing who are industrious and yet know not of ya hidden dubious agendas. A people who are geared at forging the country ahead no-matter what as u joke and give in to play.

The plane in the link below can take to the sky up-to 5 years and used to transport the above using fissures on the earth crust to another nation as being controlled from the computer as a wire is rolled underground to emanate from these holes to make it not lose direction and fall or just a person b4 he hangs it on a hook after reaching the hole to the earth crust as the destination. It has a not 1 coil system to heat the siren gas cylinder but like 3 like the alternating press pen in that it rotates to change the coil if burns up as the wire that carries the same current to heat every coil has a red light to signal its working which if goes off means the coil aint working so u change another as switch a switch to rotate the 1 in use out as u remove it to allow another 1 works as much as having enough spares on the place to sail ya through

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fbillionairetoys.com%2Frolls-royce-hybrid-powered-apus-i-5-demonstrator-aircraft%2F&psig=AOvVaw0rw7fAM8ZoGlwjmmQvQmMH&ust=1588338170462000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CAkQjhxqFwoTCMjeofaakOkCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/699113542134647779/

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/funfair-carnival-games-children-adults-amusement-197508050

With tumblr a/c if the email is guessed and has more than 30 characters u cant get back and log in even if some1 gives ya the password period dude, get this straight, let it not be a debate bro lest wanna put up a fight even if u try to open that guessed like g mail a/c to send magic link to still get access to the same a/c u cant bro. Get it straight fellows and all my following tumblr a/c displayed in sirjustice104 r opened that way, so what u r saying u want to delete then take out a flight out the hood is a pure impossibility unless u attack the servers of tumblr company in Ny. Dude whats ya take or what u r up dude b4 u resort to wanting my food in a rich nation as u claim as rich people have developed another character away from the known behaving like poor people or b4 u look at my property to steal in open way or want to grab my manhood esp Mr Hindu doing roadside show businesses along the way. Accept defeat and lest move on, me i see thing in my eye like Robinson or Minaj booty in USA while me in Kenya but u, u only see 10 km radios, as u claim not me, if u were me u ought to see the same, fuck u Mr Hindu and stop ya sick open games and resort to hard works. In these day not even ya cash will aid ya period.

Even the photos of hairstyles and cuts of people when inserted on dough or used bottles, snow flakes or chaff make gadgets not necessarily cut heads that can be a target in political instigated even like demonstration, reason being the same above yet the normal people know not as u r targeted of hair-style to make with machines.

Any1 in life who has been a head of ya, manipulated ya in 1 way or another their is away u get him in life, just like in a movie some good get bullet shots to teach u the same that also u with another aint spared and how life is, even with America, Eu or Asia, most African nations have come up with machines ahead of them and are left in awe as long they used to say its the skin color that makes them think as opposed to Africans. Question fellows where is that gimmicks, even those ahead in class u get them as later in life ahead of them in cash and they get perplexed as they were tought aint right as not only school define life, so can advice others to take another course of life. Christ with prostitutes going to hell ahead of u. Folks some people r never judged after death cause their sins minimal and many wonder that judgement houses like in Minneapolis to small 4 50 million-people who die annually as per records.

The people who are not all that bad in life gets to the bottom cold floors of hell as described below in hot lands and vice versa in cold lands like the tundra, those bad get to the hottest floor bearing the above in mind, neither bad nor good gets in the middle and as well what was ya favorite city temp, so they fight the reverse to get where u did not want whether hot or cold.

Volt meter on planes need not capacitor or place 2 after and b4 the capacitor as placing 1 b4 only tells of power past SCC but the capacitor as well can burn and it doesn’t show that rather if u place them many even 5 in a parallel connection.

The police like, coast, Jamaica blooded men, find new excuse as argument cause u have thwarted their thinking, now where is ya mask which if covid is over we don’t know the new slogan they will put on their lips every-time and another is about the home appliances, guys who are making these things after u read my tumblr a/c, purely is me giving them the guiding-lines to make such but little did u know they start to quarrel with me again on something am championing to defeat Mr white man as buy from ya country and discard from nations that supports the derailment of the above but if they change still u can hang on their gadgets as excuse can be ya home made are detriment to the eye while their not that bad, so folks they build up animosity if i say the same that u ought to buy from ya nation on what i have help build. Bad character anyway as u have blocked them to kill ya and eat ya corps so they hold grudges upon ya. Its a new debate with ya all together.

Most never wants to love kids as situation aint still good and loop holes r going to be blocked, so have known the same, so by locating those who eat they send dem kids to ya and you knowing u don’t love them as it makes u feel bad as kinda, an umbrella opens up on ya mind and close the nerves of ya senses in ya brain to stop u from thinking, so many hate kids around them and many give them names yet they know not the above or just know to wanna spread the raising kid expenses to others or give ya names or maybe they teach ya of the same to look into how u can make people love simple life cause maybe they see u can do it and have not realized not. It goes this way in life, u cant expect me to accommodate others in my house yet me i was not accommodated rather was terrorized with my peers around me and chased by grown ups, scratch my back i scratch yours is the norm of the day, get it straight dude, never just give people names yet u don’t understand their past, its a spirit that needs to be eliminated with tricks to reverse the above.

Artificial foods Af just like Africa with mad, breed belittlement on you to people around you,kinda, it snatch out respect out of ya and many are sent to investigate as eating corpse described above as it will be part of judgement in life after death with like appendix, kinda,1 sees u like useless, weightless as flying to indicate the above, u wont deny in hell everything got side-effects even if eating in secrecy or corners.

Blessed are the comic, 4 they shall inherit the earth, without china i could be in bondage as Eu nations would not have made the same alternator generator to at-least calm the situation but Nigeria had made it, if at all they did not made it they could have helped liberate the situation. Planes should be made like comic plane to avert plane fall and they above employed as the running along the middle parachute or individual ones placed inside the plane 4 the same.

The starter comp 4 kitchen alternator resembling the motorbike 1 in the link bellow can be made big like of much wire and a big portion of magnet to instead of producing 24 volts as specified bellow produces 220 volts where it can overtate complete alternator generator for better/good as well in the link below as it will be small and can use like one 1.5 V dry-cell creating a new wonder or phenomena in the world of innovation without passing via an electric inverter. Make work easy, pro-act dude instead of reproaches

https://www.jumia.co.ke/catalog/?q=no+fuel+generator

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-1pcs-mini-micro-small-3-phase-wind-turbines-hand-alternator-generator-3v-24v-12v-new-18194523.html

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FtiKH48EMgKE%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DtiKH48EMgKE&tbnid=67CDPehP1h5X3M&vet=12ahUKEwjK3LzEv4_pAhVR8IUKHWJMDpMQMygZegQIARA7..i&docid=onZ-cF4VZzPkIM&w=1280&h=720&q=the%20most%20cheapest%20alternator%20generator&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwjK3LzEv4_pAhVR8IUKHWJMDpMQMygZegQIARA7

When made it will something like the describe gadget in the link below powering ya house or ya business premise, in fact its portable and can walk with it alongside ya and never feel the pinch

https://wxnaiermic.en.made-in-china.com/product/pCvnqjxoHYkE/China-500W-12V-24V-48V-Three-Phase-Low-Rpm-AC-Pmg-Permanent-Magnet-Alternator-Generator.html

Africa is like the head of some1, so countries on the back of the head as west African states will have the day with speedboat or yacht transport via the sea to America as much as parcel delivery and on the nose as horn of Africa and North Africa nations bordering the sea after good roads developed as well as railway. With tumblr a/c if u follow no-1 u cant shift the a/c or if u use a browser like opera mini or chrome u cant do the above or when creating the a/c u used a pass-code more than 30 characters u can log in again even if u know the created password. And on Instagram or FB i just search the country name and find where to comments and follow them or send personal text b4 they react and u can check on my following how many nations i have done the same, in fact all nations of the world, so if u ambush me out of wanting that to be ya own u r on wrong side of history as they got the same and moreover i have searched under google to post to ya on my following tumblr a/c what they have made period dude. Dude what now do u want? Answer me homie!!!

shampoo made out of grass grows ya bald so desist bro ya information. Kenyan motorbikes in the link below while 1 made out of Euphorbia after long protrudes ya 4head out as Malachi 4 cements the truth another version. They are gays so guides ya women to leave u hoping they will be yours in short time which they find not easy and that’s the gimmick, “we have been warned“ mostly dignitaries and lazy men in society. Resort to bar soap women with barnabas to guide ya!!

Siri Lanka speed boats r too expensive, this the quotation they tell me for their boats, compare with china made ones bro b4 selling to respect fellows

50-60 feet semi long line vessels $120000-150000

https://cleantechnica.com/2020/02/18/fika-mobility-wants-to-jumpstart-the-kenyan-electric-motorcycle-market-with-battery-swap-model/

U can opt 4 the below machines in the link below

https://www.agrimachines.co.ke/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=4&Itemid=104

kebi could not stop saying moch nyimi long'o as he was giving it unto her

Houses are even made with cereal chaff or the remains of harvested cereals like with maize, millet etc, where foundation dug only they the above heaped even with garbage and u can fence to hold them in place, b4 in the dark many spit upon the above and boom the house of ya type u inserted many photos of gotten from the net formed even with city buildings, bridges and sky scrappers.

On the wireless alarm system to call ya phone after subscribing 4 unlimited with like cricket as explained in 1 of the following tumblr a/c of sirjustice200 u can use the radio call in the link below instead but 4 short distance if u leave by

https://www.jumia.co.ke/boafeng-bf-888s-16-channel-two-way-radio-3w-27823759.html?seller_product=1

For the 1.5 volts battery described above u can use these ones instead of phone battery if u like or wanna as u replace each after 1 finishes in power

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-or-16208-pcs-3.7v-cr123a-16340-2800mah-yellow-gtl-rechargeable-li-ion-battery-yellow-25951617.html

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-12pcs-vtc6-3.7v-2500mah-li-ion-rechargeable-18650-battery-18650-charger-purple-2-groove-24820891.html

some truths as well make money via blockchain like in the link below

https://www.blockchain.com/ and remote controlled kid boat

https://www.google.com/search?q=nigeria+remote+controlled+boats+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwioha2U9pzpAhUH9BoKHQAPAcwQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=nigeria+remote+controlled+boats+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoCCAA6BggAEAgQHjoECAAQGFDYyBVYr4oWYK-NFmgAcAB4AYABsAOIAdc3kgEKMC4xLjI1LjMuMZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=xXaxXuiOD4foa4CehOAM&bih=632&biw=1024&client=ms-google-coop

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A Series of Firsts - JOHNNY

Hey guys, I hope you like the first story I’m posting here! This one was based on eleven three-set prompts from the wonderful user @sparkingstoryinspiration.

Pairing: Johnny x fem!OC, Ten x fem!OC

Genre: fluff, angst, slice of life

Word Count: 7.5k

When a girl and boy meet in an aesthetic, perfect scene, you expect them to date, get married, and live happily ever after.

That almost never happens. And it certainly doesn’t in this case.

Though the girl and boy do end up with their own happily ever afters. After all, life is just a series of firsts. There’s no saying you can’t start again.

Johnny’s POV

NCT Masterlist

a crumpled dollar bill, a perfectly tuned violin, a shop window

The first time you see him is in a music shop.

You are friendly with the owner, a wizened old man who perpetually seems to be forgetting everything named Mr. Seo. He is a sort of surrogate father to you, as your own died when you were a teenager.

You are a university student, there to pick up your new violin, one that you finally managed to afford with the help of numerous part-time jobs. It is perfectly tuned, each note crystal clear as though polished by the finest jewelry maker.

As you thank Mr. Seo, you notice a young man lingering in the back, fixing up shelves and placing new music books on the stands. “Who is he? Mr. Seo, do you have a new worker?” you ask, mildly curious. As far as you know, Mr. Seo has never hired help, preferring solitude instead.

“Ah, him? He’s my grandson, Youngho. He’s a bit busy now, but next time you come I’ll be sure to introduce you. He’ll be helping around while he’s in Korea.” You can see the pride and joy in Mr. Seo’s eyes as he talks about his grandson. “In fact, he was the one who tuned your violin,” he adds.

You are impressed, to say the least.

Thanking Mr. Seo, you start walking out of the store, new violin in hand, when you pass by the music stands. You see a new book of music, and after looking at it for a bit, you decide to buy it. “Mr. Seo! How much for this?” You wave the book over your head.

“Just take it, Eunhae. You paid enough for the violin,” he calls back.

Biting your lip, you search your wallet, digging up a few crumpled bills that should cover the cost. You catch Youngho’s eye, and despite not knowing him, when he comes over and you press the crumpled bills in his hand, you exchange knowing looks. He knows exactly what you’re doing.

“Make sure he doesn’t know,” you whisper. He nods.

As you walk out of the store, you happen to glance through the shop window. He is there, looking at you. He smiles.

It is dazzling.

tiles, clacking of high heels, herbal tea

The first time he speaks to you is in a tea shop.

The tea shop is your haven. Most of your friends would prefer the warm coffee shops nearer university campus, but the tea shop is rarely busy, just as warm, and quieter, making it that much more attractive for you.

Your heels clack across the tiled floor as you head to a seat after placing your order. The scent of herbal tea wafts through the air, and when you sit, you close your eyes, letting the comforting aroma overwhelm the rest of your senses.

When your order is ready, you open your eyes, thanking the waitress with a grateful smile. As she walks away, you catch sight of a tall, familiar figure sitting in a seat near you, headphones in his ears, tapping away at a laptop.

Not wanting to attract his attention, you make your glances as discreet as you can, pulling out your own laptop to get some work done.

It seems that just as you finish, he finishes as well, both of you looking up at the same time and just so happening to catch each other’s eyes. You give him a wave and a hesitant smile. He does the same, packing up and walking over to sit in front of you.

“Hey,” he says, “I never caught your name last time in Grandpa’s shop.”

You giggle slightly. “Oh, I’m Eunhae. Mr. Seo told me you’re Youngho…?”

He nods. “Yeah, my Korean name’s Youngho. I lived in Chicago for most of my life though, so my English name’s Johnny.”

“That’s cool. I was actually born in China, and I spent a few years in America at boarding school. And now I’m here.” You cringe a little, unsure if you’ve talked too much about yourself already.

To your surprise, he seems interested. “Really? So you’re fluent in English too?” he asks eagerly. You nod. “Great, you can be my English buddy here in Korea! You know, so I don’t forget everything,” he says, then backpedals. “I mean, if you want to, of course.” Pink tints his cheeks.

You can feel the heat creeping further up your cheeks, but you nod anyway. “I’m totally fine with that! I wouldn’t want to forget English either,” you say, reflexively checking your phone for the time. Your eyes widen.

“Shoot, Youngho- or Johnny- I gotta go now. I promised my friend I’d help her with some university homework, and if I don’t go soon, I’ll be late.” You hastily shove things into your bag, wincing as your heels dig into your feet.

“You can call me Johnny. And how about we exchange numbers, so we can talk again another time?” Youngho- no, Johnny, offers, taking out his own phone. You nod, and the two of you punch your numbers into each other’s phones.

“I’ll see you soon, Johnny,” you say, rushing out the door. “You too, Eunhae!” Johnny calls.

pamphlets, an old door, a blue hat

The first time he calls you is a day you’re busy.

“Hey, Eunhae?”

You run around your dorm, grabbing all the things you need. “Hey, Johnny,” you say.

“I’m free today. Do you want to, uh, hang out or something?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, mentally cursing all the higher powers for placing you in such a horrible situation. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Johnny, but I’m kind of volunteering to help out a middle school elementary show and I’ve got to give out pamphlets and stuff today. So I’m busy until night.”

Silence over the line.

“I’m so sorry, Johnny–”

“You think I could come and help?”

This time, you are silent.

“Hello?”

“Oh- um- yes, sure! That’d be great! Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you apologize, grabbing a bag full of pamphlets and other things you need. “I’ll text you the address. Meet me there in about fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“Got it.”

You two meet in front of an old church with a large, wooden door. Though you are not very religious, nor do you know much about architecture, you can’t help but marvel at the intricate carvings inscribed in the wood.

“Hey, Eunhae!” You hear Johnny call your name from a bit further away. He’s bundled up for the cold weather, a cute blue hat on his head. “Alright, so this is kind of self-explanatory, but here’s some pamphlets.” You hand him a stack of them. “Tell them we’re here for Baekdu Middle School, that they’re having an orchestral concert in two weeks, and we’d be delighted if they’d come.”

“Sounds good. Why’re we in front of a church though? Just curious.” Johnny shrugs.

“This church has a lot of older grandparents and people that like kids a lot, so we’re betting that they’ll come. Hopefully we’re right,” you add in an undertone. He nods.

And hour, then two, then three pass, and finally, you have given away most of the pamphlets. You sigh in relief. “Thanks so much, Johnny. I bet I’d only have given out about half of these if you weren’t here.” You give him a hugely grateful smile, which he returns.

“You wanna get some tea or coffee or something? It’s getting colder,” he offers. You perk up. “Sure, I’ll pay.” He starts to protest, but you raise a hand, shaking your head. “No, don’t start. You offered to help. I’ll pay.”

Once you’ve gotten your drinks and paid, you sit down, simply inhaling the smell of brewing coffee. “I love coffee and tea shops,” you breathe. “They smell so nice, and they’re so relaxing.”

“Which do you prefer?” Johnny asks, a small smile playing at his lips. You don’t hesitate. “Tea shops. Actually, the one we talked in before is my favorite. They’re much quieter than coffee shops, so I can actually concentrate.”

He grins. “Huh, I guess we’re opposite. I love coffee shops. The noise actually helps me concentrate,” he says. “What? Then why were you there?” you ask, confused.

“My best friend recommended it, so I decided to try it out. His name’s Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but we call him Ten. I should introduce you two sometime,” he says thoughtfully. “The tea was actually really good, but I didn’t like the lack of noise much.”

The two of you chat into the night, and it’s almost closing time when you realize how late it is. “Oh gosh, it’s really late,” you gasp. “We should go.” Johnny nods, helping you grab your stuff.

“It was really nice talking with you, Johnny. We should meet up again,” you say, shyly gazing down. “Yeah, we really should,” he agrees, looking at his feet.

“Well, um, I’ll be going, I guess,” you finally say. “Bye, Johnny.”

“Wait! Do you think…” Johnny trails off. “Um. Do you think I could go to the orchestral concert too?”

You grin widely. “Oh my god, yes! I’ll text you the details- oh wait, you have pamphlets. But yes! Please come!” In your excitement, you grab his hand and kiss his cheek, rising on your tiptoes to do so.

Two seconds later, you realize what you did, and you back up immediately, screeching internally. “Oh my God- I’m so sorry- I’ll just go–” With that, you practically fly down the street, cheeks burning despite the autumn cold.

Back where you left him, Johnny raises a hand to his cheek, staring at your disappearing figure with a stupid grin on his face.

marigolds, triplets, a mischievous twinkle in a bright eye

The first time you kiss is at the orchestral show.

As part of your volunteer job, besides advertising the concerts, you help instruct the middle schoolers and teach them their music. You think you’ve done a good job, but tonight will prove it.

It is also a chance for you to showcase your own talent. You have a short violin solo before the final piece, and you play the piano part for a few of the pieces.

For the occasion, you have put on a blue blouse and black flowing pants. You put on a touch of makeup, string a necklace across your neck, and head out the door.

You are totally not dressing up extra for a certain boy coming to watch the concert. Not at all.

The concert is a success. Many of the people you handed pamphlets to have come, and they recognize and greet you when you see them. You don’t see Johnny before the concert, though, which makes you a little anxious.

You clack off the stage after the concert, scanning the audience for a certain tall, brown-haired boy.

“Eunhae!”

You turn around quickly, nearly twisting your ankle on your heels, and you trip. A strong hand grabs your arm, keeping you upright.

“Whoa, Eunhae. Already falling for me?” Johnny teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You groan and slap his arm. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Language. We’re in a middle school, after all.” He lets go of your arm and brings his other arm out from behind his back, holding out a bouquet of flowers. You immediately grin.

“Are you serious, Johnny?” you say, taking the flowers anyway. “What kinds are these?”

Johnny swallows. “I’m not completely sure. I know the yellow ones are marigolds, and then there are roses and peonies in there as well. I wasn’t sure which flowers you liked, so I kind of just picked what was pretty.”

Just like Johnny, you think. Looks messy, but thoughtful just the same.

“Miss Yin!” a high voice calls out. You turn to see a set of triplets you taught over the past few months. “Hey! Shouldn’t you be with your family, you three?” You ruffle their hair, grinning at each of them. They give you identical grins back.

“Is he your boyfriend, Miss Yin?” one of them- is it Jaemi or Jaera? - asks.

You choke.

“N-no,” you finally spit out. Another cocks her head. “But he gave you flowers,” she states.

Johnny steps forward. “I did give her flowers, to congratulate her on her performance today. They’re almost as pretty as her, don’t you think?” he says, giving them, then you, a grin.

The three giggle. “He’s really handsome, Miss Yin. You should be his girlfriend,” one of them says mischievously. You just roll your eyes. “Go back to your family, you three. You did extremely well today.” You hug them all, and they run off.

You and Johnny walk out of the auditorium together, laughing and talking about random things. The pieces in the show, what kinds of flowers you like. Things like that.

Finally, you reach the bus stop which will take you back to university. “I had a really great time, Eunhae,” Johnny says, smiling brightly.

Your heart beats a little faster.

“I’m glad you did,” you say back. The two of you just grin at each other for some time. No words are needed.

You don’t know how, you don’t remember how, but suddenly you two are leaning in, you on your toes and him bending down, and your lips meet in a kiss.

The kiss is like a firework. Bright, bursting, brief, but still lasting.

Johnny grins when you pull away. “I guess you really did fall for me,” he breathes, eyes twinkling. You snort and slap his arm, ignoring the heat creeping up your cheeks.

“But you fell for me too,” you counter.

The curve of his lips is blinding, even in the darkness.

“I guess I did.”

And he leans in again.

French pastries, a blue suit, a record player

The first time you go on an official date is at a coffee shop. You thought it was simplistic, maybe cliché, but cute all the same.

The café is like a little French bistro, and the two of you snack on French pastries as Johnny hilariously makes ‘Johnny’s Fashion Evaluation’ comments on other customers’ clothing. One unfortunate victim is a middle-aged man in an unflattering blue suit, and Johnny’s snarky comments have you in stitches by the time he leaves, iced coffee in hand.

Johnny, wearing a black and white striped shirt that he claims ‘so happened to fit the date location’ (you have no doubt that he planned it, but it’s cute anyway), leads you out of the café eventually, and the two of you explore the shops lined along the streets.

One shop is an antique shop, full of old knickknacks that you two have fun playing around with. One, a record player, catches your attention, and the old owner who reminds you of Johnny’s grandfather and what your father might’ve been like had he grown old plays a couple of songs for your amusement.

A snazzy love song comes on, and Johnny begins to whirl you around the shop, nearly bumping the two of you into numerous display stands that you somehow manage to just evade at the last minute. But you don’t care, because you’re laughing and he’s laughing and your hair is flying around your face and he is holding your hands in his and nothing matters except this moment. Not the other customers watching you two in amusement, not the shop owner anxiously hoping that his antiques don’t get knocked over but not wanting to stop your fun. Only the music and him.

You leave the date with a promise of a second, a third and fourth kiss on the lips, and a second-hand, well-loved book.

He leaves the date with a beret you say is perfect with his outfit, a second and third kiss on each cheek, and a promise of a kiss next time.

One date turns into two, then three, and then suddenly you have been dating for four months, then six, and you find yourselves in a cheesy store for couples, buying yourselves promise rings, one for you and one for him.

The rings are silver, engraved with the word ‘promise’ on the outside, and the other’s birthday on the inside.

Johnny gets his next kiss from you in front of the cashier, the metal of your ring cool against his cheek.

nail polish, silver rings, boots made for jumping in puddles

The first time you see his best friend is when you feel the first vestiges of doubt in your relationship.

It is a rainy day, and you and Johnny are playing around. You are wearing an old pair of rain boots you dug out of your closet, and you cheerfully jump in every puddle you can find, splashing Johnny all over in the process.

Your silver couple rings glint, shiny from the rain. Johnny finally catches up to you, pulls your hand up, and drops a kiss right on the ring. You giggle.

“Johnny!” a loud voice calls from farther down the street. Johnny’s face immediately brightens even more, if possible, and he yells, “Ten! Bro!”

Ten is Johnny’s best friend.

And his smile is entrancing.

Johnny introduces you two, and as you shake his hand and look into his eyes, your heart flutters. Just a little.

You shake it off then. It is just a little flutter. Ten is handsome. There’s no surprise. No big deal.

But you also don’t miss the way Ten holds your hand for just a second too long, or the way his eyes linger on yours, then your lips, and then on the silver ring on your hand.

Maybe, looking back, that is when you first started falling out of love.

It’s not like you’re the only one.

Johnny comes by one day as a surprise. Your roommate, Haemin, and one of your best friends, Jisoo, are over, and you are painting each other’s nails.

Jisoo has just finished applying the light blue polish to your last nail when he knocks on the door. You open the door, careful not to mess it up.

“Johnny! What’re you doing here?” you ask in surprise, leading him inside.

Haemin and Jisoo look up as the tall brunette follows you in. “Is this Johnny?” Haemin asks, a smile spreading across her features. She stands up. “I’m Haemin. I’d shake your hand, Johnny, but I don’t want to get polish all over your hands.”

Johnny smiles and shakes his head. “No, it’s alright. I should’ve called before coming, I guess.” Scratching his head, he turns to the last girl in the room.

“Hey, I’m Jisoo,” she says smoothly. “I’m in the same predicament as Haemin, but it’s really nice to meet the person Eunhae’s been gushing about all the time.”

You smile, and you miss the way Jisoo’s eyes rake over his bright orbs, his chiseled jaw, and his light lips.

You don’t miss the similar look Johnny gives her, though.

Still, you brush it off as a trick of the light, choosing not to believe what your eyes are showing you.

A fatal mistake.

roots, a haunting love song, a stolen kiss

The first time you feel like you’re cheating is in the dead of night of a particularly horrible day.

You sigh, sitting on the thick roots of a large tree in a nearby park, tears pricking at your eyes. Johnny is busy that night, having to pull another late night shift where he works. You don’t complain, because he rarely does this, but still, it’d be nice to have comfort now.

You sit and stare at the stars for god knows how long. After what must be a couple of hours, you feel a presence next to you. A small oof confirms your senses and you look over, making out the facial structure of Ten, Johnny’s best friend. Your mouth curls up in a small, barely noticeable smile. “Hi, Ten.”

“Hey. Had a bad day?” Ten asks, turning to you. You nod. “Yeah. But what brings you here?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I thought a walk might help and I saw you here, so I just came over.” He brushes hair out of his eyes in a gesture that makes your heart jump slightly. You nod, turning back to the sky. “Anyway, you wanna talk about what happened?”

You shake your head. “Nah. I’ll be over it by morning. It’s how it always is.” And it’s true. You get over things pretty easily, especially compared to others.

“Where’s Johnny then? Shouldn’t he be comforting you?” Ten is direct with his questions, his voice carefully wiped of emotion besides plain curiosity. Still, you feel his gaze on the silver ring on your finger. “Working a late shift. I’m not complaining, he rarely does it, so I’m fine with that. Why?”

“Nothing. It’s just that boyfriends usually comfort their girlfriends when sad and vice versa. That’s all.” You hum quietly in acknowledgment.

“So what’s up? Anything cool happen recently?” you ask after a short silence. You two are close, since Ten’s Johnny’s best friend, but not best friend type of close. You take this opportunity to get to know a bit more about him.

“I had a dancing gig a few days ago. That was pretty fun. What about you?” he asks. You think for a bit. “I had a piano master class. That’s about all. I guess we’re pretty boring then,” you say teasingly. Ten pretends to take offense at this. “Excuse me, I’m not boring!” he sputters, placing a hand melodramatically over his heart. You roll your eyes and laugh, pushing him away. “Rude!” he yells.

The two of you laugh and talk for the next hour or so until his phone rings. A love song plays, the melody beautiful but haunting and slightly eerie, before he picks up. He speaks few rapid words into it, probably Thai, and then hangs up. “Just my roommate asking where I am,” he says in response to your questioning glance. “You should go then. It’s getting early,” you say, standing up. You hold your hand out to help him up as well, and he takes it gratefully, brushing stray leaves off his pants.

The two of you stand facing each other, unsure of how to say farewell. Finally, instead of words, you give him a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Ten,” you say, about to walk away.

He pulls you back by your wrist and plants a kiss of his own on your cheek. “Bye, Eunhae,” he whispers, then walks away.

Despite the feeling of contentment in your heart, you can’t help but feel a sliver of guilt edging its way into your conscience.

Why do you feel like, somehow, you’ve cheated on Johnny?

cinnamon, a welcome sign, a well-worn leather jacket

The first time you really fight is in the tenth month of your relationship.

You have had small arguments before. Small disagreements over stupid things that never lasted more than a day or two and always ended with a kiss and a promise to do better next time.

This fight is nothing like the ones you have had before. It is explosive, full of anger and disappointment, and the worst thing is is that it is both of your faults, and neither of you will admit it.

The fight starts out small, a disagreement over where Johnny should place his shoes when he comes to your dorm. There is a small welcome mat in front of the door where you’d like him to leave them, but he continuously forgets.

You are both tired, your nerves frayed by work and school, and somehow a fight about shoes and where to put them escalates into something much bigger.

He yells at you for spending so much time with Ten and not with him. He talks about the lack of dates that you two go on, saying you are no longer the person you once were. You let work overwhelm you, he says, and that it’s your fault this relationship is failing.

The words hit home, and you are suddenly on your feet, pointing a finger at him, telling him in a low voice that on no account is he to solely blame you for your failing relationship. You speak in that low voice, that low voice that scares and angers Johnny even more than if you were yelling.

You spit words at him that perhaps you do not mean but in the moment, it feels like you do. Words that form sentences that tell him you are not stupid enough to not have noticed all those times he comes over to you with a cinnamon smell on his skin and clothes. Cinnamon that doesn’t come from your dorm or his. Cinnamon that doesn’t come from your jobs or his. A cinnamon smell that belongs to Jisoo. You tell him that if you have been hanging out too much with Ten, he has been hanging out too much with Jisoo. You tell him that perhaps you have let work overwhelm you, but he should’ve spoken to you earlier, let you know how he felt, so that perhaps you could change your hours.

You are both angry, furious even, and when Haemin comes home, you two are still going back and forth, fire blazing in two pairs of eyes that cannot be extinguished.

It takes the two of you some time to notice Haemin standing there awkwardly, bags in hand, unsure what to do. Johnny stalks over, muttering a clipped 'sorry’ to the girl, before shoving his feet in his shoes and storming out.

He forgets the jacket he wore to your place, the well-worn leather one that he wore so many times when he hugged you, when he kissed you. You bet that if you picked it up right now, it would smell like him.

You glare at it, almost repulsed by the leather and its softness, before storming to your side of the bedroom and grabbing your backpack. You can’t stay in your dorm tonight with that jacket and all the other things Johnny bought you over your time together. As you storm out the door, you hear Haemin ask what to do with the jacket. “Give it to him some other time when I’m not around” is the clipped reply, and you slam the door shut.

When you come back the next day, the leather jacket is gone, but the lingering scent of Johnny’s cologne is still there. You rush out again.

a shop, midnight, a bike

The first time you see each other after the fight is the day you break up.

You have cooled down, as has he. There is no anger in the air anymore. Only resigned sadness.

The two of you stand at your agreed location, the place where you first met. His grandfather’s music shop.

It is midnight. The streets are dark, and you can only see because of the street lamp you two are standing under. Just a little further away, you can see the bike that Johnny rides just about everywhere. You remember all the times he used it to ride to date locations, all the times you teased him about his long limbs squeezed on it, all the times he persuaded you to ride with him.

You look at each other for a while in silence, and then you talk.

The breakup is mutual. Both of you agree that your relationship is no longer stable. That it hadn’t been stable for a while, but you chose to ignore the signs. It is no longer what it once was.

The fight was just the breaking point.

Neither of you brings up the feelings you harbor for each other’s friends, but you both know they are there. Words are unneeded on that topic.

Despite the fact that this is mutual, it still hurts. He was your first love, after all. You can tell he feels the same way as he turns, about to leave.

“One last kiss?” you blurt out, unable to hold back. You aren’t hopeful about his answer to that question, so it surprises you when he holds out his arms to you.

You shuffle over, and he grasps your hands as you lean in.

This kiss is sad, desolate, full of unsaid words and sorrow. It is a kiss of regret, of grief, of apology and farewell. There is not a hint of joy or cheer. At most, a touch of hope for better things in the future.

It is nothing like your first.

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. You are crying, but you don’t realize it until you two pull away and you feel the wetness sliding down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Eunhae,” Johnny says hoarsely, wiping his own eyes. He turns to walk away.

He is at a few feet away when you whisper, “I’m sorry too.”

A slight pause tells you that he heard you, and then he gets on the bike and he is gone.

That night, you sit against your bed, staring emptily at the wall in front of you. Wondering why you didn’t work out.

Wondering if it was worth it.

You avoid Jisoo and Ten for the next week. Everything still hurts, and you are still trying to figure out if Ten’s love is worth this mess.

It is easy to avoid Johnny, for he is in the same dilemma as you.

Finally, after ten days of wondering, you make a decision. You wash up, put on a pair of nice jeans and a new shirt, and you walk out of your dorm with one destination in mind.

When Ten opens the door and you give him a hesitant smile and he gives you one back, you know your decision was right.

It was all worth it.

You can only hope Johnny feels the same.

fireworks, the lake after dark, shoelaces

The first time you see him after the breakup is the day of a fireworks festival.

You and Ten are dating now, though from what you can ascertain, Ten hasn’t spoken much to Johnny recently. You don’t think he harbors many ill feelings for his friend anyway, so you don’t ask.

You rarely see Jisoo as well, though from what you’ve heard from other friends, she is now dating Johnny. The few times you do see her, it is mostly small talk that occurs. You are careful not to steer the conversation into more dangerous waters.

Johnny you have not seen at all, save for a few brief glimpses in his grandfather’s shop. You don’t seek him out, and he doesn’t pursue you either. You are content to leave each other alone.

Today is the day of the Seoul International Fireworks Festival, so you and Ten decide to go. Why not, you think. Fireworks are cool, and it would be a good time to relax.

You two wander around the festival for a while, choking on firework smoke, eating street food, and generally having a great time. At a point, though, the noise and smoke become too much, and after you are nearly set on fire once, Ten decides that’s enough. You agree, so the two of you go to a nearby lake to watch the fireworks from there instead.

Neither of you expect to see another dangerously familiar couple already sitting there, holding hands, watching the lake surface.

You freeze.

Ten stops too, slowly looking at you, silently asking if you want to leave. It’s too late though, because you step on a twig while backing away, and the male partner in the relationship turns around. Confusion gives way to shock, and you find yourself trying to shrink inside yourself.

“Johnny, what’s- oh.” The female turns around too, and you face Jisoo, who anxiously bites her lip.

“Do you want to leave?” Ten whispers in your ear.

At the surface of your consciousness, you know you want to leave. You want to get away from the awkward situation at hand, you want to run away.

However, something impels you to stay.

You give Ten a weak smile. “No, it’s okay,” you whisper back. Grasping his hand tightly, you two step forward. “Mind if we sit with you?” you ask the other two, your voice trembling slightly.

Jisoo snaps out of her trance first. “Sure,” she says, smiling as though there is no bad blood between you all. You admire her ability to keep cool, giving her a grateful smile as you sit next to Ten.

Awkward silence fills the space occupied by you four, and you don’t know how to fix it. Even the bright Jisoo is at a loss for words.

The sky slowly darkens over the next hour, and you realize you left the food you brought in the car. “Hey, Ten,” you say quietly. “I’m going to get the food from the car, 'kay?” He nods, handing you his keys.

At least, with food, you can offer them some, and maybe it won’t be so tense.

When you get up, Johnny clears his throat. You turn to him, surprised, and he points at your foot. “Your shoe’s untied,” he says uncertainly, his eyes flicking upward to you for just a moment.

You swallow. “Thanks, Johnny,” you say, quieter than you meant to. He doesn’t look at you, but he nods.

Good enough.

As you walk to the car, you hear Ten say, “Hey, Johnny, can we talk?” You don’t hear if Johnny agrees.

When you come back with the food, Johnny and Ten are gone, presumably to talk. You sit next to Jisoo, opening the bag. “Want some?” You offer her a bag of chips. She takes it somewhat awkwardly.

Something about this scene is so awkward that it triggers something within you. How is it that, just over two boys, you and one of your best friends have become strangers? The girl who just months ago would steal your food without a second thought is now accepting chips from you uncertainly. You start to giggle, and then that turns into uncontrollable laughter.

Somehow, Jisoo ends up joining in, perhaps because laughter is contagious, and you find that it settles the atmosphere between you. At least, after your little laughing fit, the two of you are able to converse without awkward, tense silences. It isn’t what it was before, but it’s a start.

Ten and Johnny soon come back, grinning at each other, and you all settle down again to watch the fireworks. The tension isn’t entirely gone, but it’s enough for now. You and Johnny still don’t speak, though.

The lake after dark is beautiful, a shimmering expanse of black reflecting the lights of the city buildings. The scene becomes even more magical when the fireworks begin. A small 'oh,’ escapes your lips as Ten scrambles to take his phone out for pictures, Jisoo doing the same. You opt to just watch for a while, stuffing pretzels in your mouth.

As you watch the fireworks, you are reminded of your first kiss with Johnny.

It is a memory that hurt before whenever you thought about it, so you immediately try to repress it like you have done so many times in the past month.

Instead, though, it triggers an outpour of memories of all the times you spent with Johnny Seo, Seo Youngho, your first love.

Kisses on lips and cheeks and foreheads and wrists.

Dates at coffee and tea shops, restaurants, movies, and parks.

Petty spats about who would wash the dishes, what music you would play in the car, coffee or tea shops, pizza or spaghetti.

Everything.

And this time, it doesn’t hurt.

Amidst the fireworks, you find yourself looking at Johnny, and you find him staring back.

He smiles. You smile.

You know he is remembering those times too.

And in that moment, all the tension from earlier dissolves. You understand and accept each other’s decisions.

He forgives you, and you forgive him.

Your smile turns into a grin, so wide you feel like your face is going to split. He laughs slightly in amusement, and then you both turn back to the fireworks, feeling as though a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

All is well.

interlocked hands, snow angels, a deck of cards

The first time you go on a double date with Johnny and his girlfriend is the day you seal your fate with the man you love.

You and Ten stay together for five years. Johnny and Jisoo make it past three years and then break up because Jisoo is found to be cheating on him. He goes through the depressed phase, which you bring him out of, stays single for a bit, and you find him a new girl, Lina. They are still together going strong.

It’s winter. Hand in hand, the two of you walk around a nice park, giggling at the little kids running around and murmuring plans for the future in each other’s ears. You remember a time when you were still in university and you and Ten made snow angels on campus, not caring about the stares you were receiving.

Today’s date is a double date, but Johnny and his girl aren’t here yet.

“Ten!” Johnny calls from further down the path. You grin. “Hey, Johnny!”

Johnny and Lina come walking up, grins on their faces. “Ready to go?” Lina asks. You nod. “Yep!”

The first stop today is to get promise rings Lina and Johnny. You decide to go to the same store you got both of your rings from- one with Johnny, the other with Ten.

You no longer wear the silver ring that used to signify yours and Johnny’s relationship on your finger. It now hangs from a chain on your neck, a reminder that not all promises remain unbroken.

In its place is a different silver band, engraved with yours and Ten’s names and an infinity symbol in between. It is a reminder that broken promises aren’t the end.

You remember when you and Ten bought the rings you now wear.

~~~

That day, by sheer coincidence, the lady who sold you yours and Johnny’s rings was the one who ended up helping you and Ten that day.

“Oh, hello again!” she had exclaimed, looking confused at seeing you again with a different man. You had offered her a smile back, gazing at the display of rings in front of you. Ten was next to you, probably looking at you instead of the rings.

“Eunhae, isn’t it? Weren’t you here with a different boy last time?”

You stiffened, and you felt Ten tense up beside you as well. You pulled out the chain on which you wore Johnny’s ring.

She’d clapped a hand to her mouth, realizing what had happened. “But why?” she whispered. “You two were so wonderful together!”

You’d given her a sad smile. “Not all promises remain unbroken,” you’d said.

~~~

Once inside the shop, you lead Johnny and Lina over to the rings. “They’re really cute. Personally, I like the silver ones the best. You can get them engraved with whatever you want,” you say.

“Can I see what yours says?” Lina asks eagerly. You laugh a little, still shy at revealing what is on your ring. She takes it, marveling at the infinity symbol and how neat the carving is. “It’s so beautiful,” she breathes.

Johnny laughs. “We can get ours like theirs then. It’s all your choice.” Lina gasps. “No! You have to have a say too! Don’t pull that stupid 'I’m fine with whatever’ bullshit on me, Johnny Seo!”

You leave the bickering couple to themselves and join Ten on the other side of the shop where he watches the scene with palpable amusement. “They’re cute together, aren’t they?” he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist. You snuggle closer to him. “Yeah. They remind me of you and I when we first started dating.”

“We were that cute, huh?” Ten asks, looking down at you. “Yep.”

He hums softly, watching the other couple pick out their rings. “Eunhae, do you ever regret not staying with Johnny?” he suddenly asks. Taken aback, you look at him confusedly. “Where’s this coming from?”

He shakes his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “It’s just… we don’t talk about it all that much. I wasn’t sure about this double date in the first place because I’m still not sure I have a clear view on how you feel about him.”

You laugh, batting at him with your too-long sleeve. “You’re cute, Ten. Sorry for not clarifying things with you earlier. I don’t regret being with Johnny, I’ll admit that, but I also don’t regret the choices I made. I’m happy with you. I’m not interested in a romantic relationship with Johnny. Plus, he and Lina are great together, and I have credibility as a matchmaker now.”

Ten grins, his smile still as entrancing as the day you met. “Want to play a game of cards?” he asks, taking a deck out of his pocket. “It’s going to take them some time, and I bet I can beat you at spit now.” You glare at him competitively. “Bring it on, Chittaphon.”

Ten’s right; it takes them a couple hours to pick out satisfactory rings. Lina gushes about them all the way to the restaurant, a cozy and warm place that you and Johnny discovered back when you were dating.

You order, you eat, and you prepare to leave. However, as you split the bill, Johnny and Lina suddenly go quiet and Ten gets up to go to the bathroom.

“Why’re you two so quiet all of a sudden?” you ask, weirded out. “No reason,” Johnny answers, giving Lina a really obviously conspiratorial smirk. You scoff. “Bullshit.”

The lights dim and a violin melody begins to play, causing everyone else to look around the room and confirming your thoughts. What throws you off, though, is the fact that the violin piece is your favorite. And if you didn’t know better, you’d say that this was a recording you did yourself. Rather recently, too.

“You’re right, that was bullshit. But at least you two haven’t revealed anything yet.” Ten is back after a surprisingly short stint in the bathroom. You turn to him, looking up for his face, and then looking down to see him on one knee.

“Are you serious, Ten?” you ask in disbelief, a hand going up to cover your mouth. He gives you that entrancing smile of his and laughs. “Yes, I am.”

The box comes out of his pocket and he opens it, revealing a plain, thin silver band with a small diamond encrusted in it. “I’m horrid at sappy things, but Eunhae, I love you and am delighted that you’ve put up with me and my stupidity for five years. It would make me the happiest man in the world if you decided you would put up with me for the rest of your life.”

You are on your knees now, not caring that you’re in the middle of a public restaurant, trying to look into Ten’s eyes but having to continuously wipe tears in your eyes.

“You are horrible at this sappy shit, you know that, Ten?” you manage, wiping more tears away.

You look behind you at the couple who’s still sitting at the table, grinning widely. Lina lifts her hand to wipe her eyes.

“They knew?“ you choke out.

Ten reaches up with one hand, holding the box with the other and wipes your tears away, grinning. “Yeah, they knew. Johnny helped me plan this.” You hear the slight waver in his voice, betraying the fact that he is just as nervous and terrified as you are.

You nod once, twice, then three times. “Yes, Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, I will put up with you for the rest of my life. I will marry you.”

Tears blind you as Ten slips the ring on your fourth finger, his hands shaking as much as yours are, and he pulls you up, kissing you first on the forehead, then the cheeks, and finally the lips, before wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug.

Blinking tears from your eyes, you register clapping from all around, but you train your eyes on the boy in the seat in front of you. Your best friend, your greatest friend, your first love. He looks at you with pride and love in his eyes, and you try to reciprocate the look.

Thank you, you mouth, and you are truly grateful for all he has done for you, being your best friend, being your first love, being your first ex, being by your side through all that has happened after.

Your promise ring, the one you bought with Johnny, hangs around your neck, digging into your skin. Somehow, the broken promise it represents gives you strength.

You still have Ten. You still have Johnny. You still have your best friend and your lover.

He stayed with you the whole time.

Johnny’s lips stretch into a wider grin.

You’re welcome, he mouths back.

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