––– february 2019: 離家出走記 ft. @ummiao
( ; unlike most realisations, this trajectory is particularly long. the unfamiliar pair of shoes –– noticeably of a much smaller size from his own and his friends’ –– in front of the doorstep, misaligned. like they were in a hurry. vigilant, he’s strung on high alert when he enters his own premise. strange how there are no signs of break in. his passcode can’t possibly be that predictable? a panicked glance towards his playstation — likely the most prized possession in this one-room flat; this must not be a simple case of robbery seeing as nothing seems to be taken. ) ( ; a second observation, made one beat too late: there’s little to no disturbance in his living room. is this intentional? planned robbery? a prank? a revenge plan? someone homeless looking for a roof in the day? a tight frown creases, bright eyes scanning the visible corners until he spots something else. a luggage that isn’t his. the thing is plastered with tags of all kinds, old and new, some overlapping others. ) ( ; in the time taken for him to find a name tag, the initial background noise stops, plunging him into absolute silence. wait. backtrack. someone breaks in, intrudes his place with their belongings and is currently taking a damn shower? in his bathroom? the audacity? ) ( ; a hand grabbing onto the handle, he drags the luggage with him to the living room, free hand reaching for the tennis racket conveniently stowed away behind the couch, nudging briefly at his pocket for the assurance that his phone is still there. c’mon. )