Manifestation; Teleportation
Date; 15th.
Month; March
Year; 2015
Time; 9:27pm
Countdown; 17 minutes to go.
The phone rang, as she glanced at the time. It was an odd time for anyone to be calling her. Brow arching into brown bangs as she shuffled off the couch with a groan, sans any pants as she shuffled to her phone. The song rang out loudly, with the word everybody on seemingly loop for a solid ten seconds before fingers swiped at the touch screen. It was already clear from the ringer that she knew exactly who this was.
Time; 9:30pm
Countdown; 14 minutes.
The male’s voice came to her ears, and it broke her heart. Distressed, and even distraught, he seemed to be hiding by himself to call her. At the moment, she couldn’t much get a word in edge wise with his non-stop rambling. Though as she caught bits and pieces of his words, a jumbled mess they were, she could deduce that he had messed up. It would explain why he was calling so late, as her finger tapped lightly in beat on the counter. Sliding into the stool, she had a frown etched onto her face that left wrinkles on the side of her lips. It was as if she could hear the sound of his heart breaking. Truly, this man hated to mess up. Biting down on her lip, and taking a hand to rest against her cheek. What was she even going to do to him.
Time; 9:39pm
Countdown; 5 minutes
“I wish I was there to hug you.” The thought caused a jolt to run down her spine as she picked herself from stool, and stepped towards her bedroom. The need to hug him was so over powering, a mother instinct in her settling in her stomach as it normally would with Minho. Always taking such a protective nature with him, she scooped up the nearest black pug into her arms, casually named Poncho and stepped into her bedroom. “I’m so sorry, you know it’s okay. Mistakes happen. I just wish I was there for you to feel better. You need a hug.”
Time; 9:43pm
Countdown; 60 seconds, and counting.
Hyuna took a single step, feeling the thoughts weighing heavily on her heart and head, as she wanted to offer him a form of comfort that wasn’t just over the phone. As her foot hit the ground, it was almost as if she suddenly weighed nothing. 10 seconds. All weigh left her body, and she didn’t have much time to really think about it. 1 second. Poncho, unfortunately, hit the ground with a thud and a bark, the space where his mother had once stood now laid empty in what appeared to be a spark of light. Now the entire process felt as if she was fading from one spot, to another, one with a very tall crying man in the corner. Feet hit the floor roughly, as she glanced towards the room she now stood in. A suddenly eerie silence came over the room, as she looked at the phone in her hand, then to the man who happened to be also holding a phone that was connected to hers.
“…. I’m..gonna hang up now, son.” It seemed a bit redundant to speak to him through the phone, as her eyes came to rest on the man she called her son. Her eyes shifted around the room for a second, as if this was just a dream. Which it had to be, right? Because how does one simple human go from her bedroom in Seoul, South Korea to the Tokyo Dome, in Japan in nothing more than a flash of light.
That’s right. Humans don’t.
