Chapter One
The clock continuously ticked faster. Stressed eyes, the sweats are beginning to travel down his forehead, licking his lips involuntarily. His intense gaze never left the keyboard and to the screen of the monitor, his fingers brushing every key as it moved faster and faster when it suddenly came into a halt.
The brunette lets out a frustrating groan as his head started to spin. The back of his nape suddenly started to sting, he stretched his muscular arms and to his back, creating crack noises from his insides. After all those stretching, he let out a sigh before resting his back from the swivel chair. Let the chair to turn him around together with his body.
He decided to stand up as he brushed his small hands through his silky brunette hair, opening the door from his room. The atmosphere suddenly changed. It was quiet, the hallway was quiet and it sent shivers down to his spine. He took a step outside his room, glancing sideways, checking if someone is there.
How he wished that there was...
His eyes caught something, and that was a door at the end of the hallway. Pursing his lips together, he decided to go and check what was inside that room and it somehow saddened him for the most part. As he reached the door, curiosity built his mind, leading him to unlock the doorknob and created a creaking noise.
Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip from the doorknob before he pushed it wide open. He made his way inside, making big footsteps as he stepped on the wooden floor that had not been mopped for almost scores now. Checking every corner of the room, all the furniture were covered in white cloth, except the bookshelf on the very corner of the room.
The brunette stood before the old bookshelf of his late grandfather with a frown painted on his face. He was curious to find out what the shelf contained of. It had lots of books, novels, and other poetry books. There wasn't any educational ones, and by the looks of it, they were old and dusty.
He observed all of the books that were displayed in every row of the bookshelf. He let his fingers brush every books when he noticed that every book were, basically, all about love. He was curious, for why his grandfather read love stories when only girls should be reading them. It looks like the novels were created decades and decades ago because it seems like it was rotting, from the pages and the cover of the book. But the title of the story is still perfectly carved with gold ink. He gently put it back and proceeds to the next row.
Then something caught his attention. It's a journal, it was on the shelf but it was separated from other books. He did not hesitate to take it out and tap away the dust that was covering the book. He coughed from the dust he took as he swished the particles that were still lingering around his nose.
The title wasn't clear enough to read but there were names carved underneath the missing title,
"Park and Kim..."
Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of Oasis. This is only the start but I am very excited to share this story to all of you. Just a quick reminder, everything that is written here does not affect the history. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy reading!
