Masuk"Lucas, right?" Victor said, looking at me.
"It's nice seeing you again," I said with a small smile. He smiled back. "I was hoping I would run into you again." A brief silence passed between us before he spoke. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" I blinked, caught off guard. "A date?" "Yeah," he said, letting out a small laugh. "I mean, we could just spend some time together and get to know each other better." I looked away for a moment. A date with a guy? With someone like me? The thought felt unfamiliar. But something inside me had changed since that momentwith Raihan. The confusion, the emotions, and everything I tried to ignore were starting to become impossible to push away. “Of co—” The words had barely escaped my lips when a deliberate cough sounded from beside me, cutting through the moment before I could complete my sentence. I almost completely forgot that Raihan was standing right beside me. The instant I turned my attention toward him, I was met with a dangerously intense gaze. His eyes briefly shifted toward Victor, studying him with unmistakable displeasure and silent hostility. I immediately cleared my throat, attempting to dissolve the sudden tension hanging between us. "This is my..." I paused, momentarily searching for the right words. "My roommate. His name is Raihan," I finally introduced. Victor, unaware of the tension, extended his hand politely for a handshake. Raihan stared at his offered hand for a brief moment before letting out a dismissive scoff. Without saying a word, he turned away and walked off, leaving behind an atmosphere filled with awkwardness and unspoken emotions. "Is he alright?" Victor asked, his expression filled with concern. I glanced in the direction Raihan had disappeared. "He's... complicated," I replied, trying to hide my frustration. After a brief pause, I muttered, "He’s probably just mentally unstable." "Hmm..." I murmured softly. "Are you working here?" I asked, my eyes briefly settling on the doctor’s coat and stethoscope around his neck. "Yes," he replied. "I was recently transferred to this hospital." A faint smile appeared on his face. "I was actually on my way here when I unexpectedly ran into you." His expression shifted into curiosity as he looked at me. "What brings you here?" he asked. I hesitated for a moment before answering. "My friend was admitted here," I said quietly. “Perhaps fate has a way of bringing us together again,” he said, a gentle smile appearing on his face. I simply returned the gesture, unable to hide my own smile. “I’ll give you a call so we can arrange our date,” he added. Before I could respond, a sudden wave of urgency erupted within the hospital corridors. A patient was hurriedly brought into the emergency department, surrounded by medical staff. Victor’s expression immediately transformed. The warmth in his eyes was replaced by the focused determination of a doctor responding to a crisis. Without another word or a proper goodbye, he rushed toward the emergency room. I almost completely forgot the purpose behind my visit to the hospital. My eyes wandered around the corridor, searching for Raihan, but he was nowhere to be found. With no other choice, I quietly made my way toward Drey’s ward. As I walked through the silent hallway, a multitude of unanswered questions continued to occupy my thoughts, leaving me trapped between confusion, curiosity, and uncertainty.What exactly am I getting myself into? What if he ends up hurting Victor? First, it was Drey... and now it’s Victor. Why am I even allowing myself to worry about this? I have no real connection with Raihan. Whatever happened between us that night was nothing more than a mistake—an unexpected moment that should have never carried any deeper meaning."Cutie," Drey called out from the hospital bed, a playful expression appearing on his face.
"You didn't even bother calling to check on me," he said, feigning disappointment. "I guess you really didn't miss me after all."
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. "I've been drowning in so much lately that I lost track of everything."
I lowered my gaze, a heavy wave of guilt crashing over me.
"And I'm truly sorry for what happened. If I had been more careful, maybe you wouldn't have ended up in this situation."
"Stop," Drey interrupted gently.
His expression softened as he looked at me.
"Don't carry a burden that was never yours to bear. It wasn't your fault."
His words were meant to comfort me, but the guilt still lingered like a shadow I couldn't shake.
If I hadn’t moved closer to him that night, none of this would have happened, I blamed myself silently.
"Hey, it's fine."
You know I wouldn't blame you for that.
It suddenly hit me.
“Wait… I just remembered Raihan came here,” I told Drey. “He said he wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t find him afterward. He just vanished without a trace.”
“Raihan was here?” Drey asked, disbelief flashing across his face.
“He wouldn’t dare,” he muttered. “If he actually came here, I would have made sure he regretted it.”
Drey shook his head slightly.
“Raihan would never apologize, no matter the circumstances,” he said firmly.
I stared at Drey, utterly bewildered by his reaction.
Are they truly sworn enemies?
What could have possibly happened between them to create this level of resentment?
“Did you happen to cross paths with Noah and Ethan on your way here?” Drey asked.
“They were just here a little while ago. You must have missed them by a hair’s breadth.”
I shook my head.
“No, I didn’t run into them,” I replied.
What was supposed to be a brief visit somehow stretched into nearly twenty minutes.
Before I realized it, we were talking about everything under the sun—laughing, teasing each other, and revisiting old memories as though we were trying to make up for lost time.
Eventually, Drey glanced at me and grinned.
“I’ll be discharged tomorrow morning.”
Relief instantly washed over me.
It felt as though a mountain had been lifted from my shoulders.
At least that was one less storm cloud looming over my head.
“It’s getting rather late. I should probably head back now,” I said, getting to my feet.
A faint smile appeared on Drey’s face.
“I genuinely appreciate you taking the time to come and visit me,” he said.
I stepped out of Drey’s ward with a tiny spark of hope flickering within me.
Perhaps I would cross paths with Victor one more time before leaving.
I lingered around the hospital corridors, my eyes instinctively searching every corner for a familiar face.
He was probably busy attending to patients.
Trying not to dwell on it, I made my way outside and hailed a taxi.
As the vehicle pulled away from the hospital, my mind wandered back to Victor, his smile replaying in my thoughts like a broken record.
Lucas..**Morning**The alarm went off at the usual time, which meant Raihan groaned into the pillow and I reached over him to shut it up.“Why is it always louder on days we actually need to get up?” he muttered.“It’s the same volume every day.”“Then every day is a crime.”I sat up slowly, testing my ribs out of habit. The sharp edge of pain had dulled into something more manageable. Across the small hostel room, Raihan’s bed was a mess of blankets, one of my hoodies half-buried in them from the night before. Living in the same room had stopped feeling temporary weeks ago. His charger was permanently tangled with mine on the desk. My notes had started appearing on his side of the shelf. Someone — probably Ana — had already started calling it “their room” without thinking about it.Raihan eventually dragged himself upright, hair flattened on one side.“Lecture first or coffee first?”“Coffee,” I said. “If I try to learn anything on an empty brain I’ll start agreeing with Noah.”“Dan
LUCAS.. Mr. King came the next evening. He didn’t call ahead. He simply appeared at the hostel door with a dark leather bag in his good hand and the same carefully controlled expression he always wore when something important was about to happen. Raihan let him in. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed, already knowing what the bag contained. “I thought it was better if I brought these myself,” Mr. King said. He set the bag down on the desk. “The police have the original documents from the box. These are the personal things. They belong to you.” He didn’t linger. After a short look at both of us, he left again, the door closing softly behind him. For a while neither of us moved. Raihan sat down beside me. “You don’t have to open it right now.” “I do,” I said. My hands were steadier than I expected when I unzipped the bag. Inside, everything was carefully packed. A watch with a worn leather strap. A small stack of photographs bound with a faded ribbon. A leather journal
LUCAS…The door finally clicked shut behind the last of them.Ana’s voice still echoed faintly down the hallway, mixed with Ava’s laughter and Ethan’s exaggerated complaints about who had burned the eggs. Then the sound faded, and the hostel room settled into a thick, sudden quiet. The plates were stacked in the sink. The cards were scattered across the bed. The air still smelled faintly of oil and seasoning.Raihan stood near the desk, shoulders slightly hunched, bandaged wrists resting loosely at his sides. The afternoon light coming through the thin curtains caught the edge of the tape on his cheek. He looked exhausted. He also looked like he had been holding himself together for too many hours in a row.I locked the door.When I turned back, he was already watching me.Neither of us spoke at first. The silence stretched, heavy with everything we hadn't been able to say while other people were in the room. Then Raihan pushed away from the desk and crossed the small space between u
LUCAS They discharged the next morning.Mr. King’s shoulder was secured in a proper sling, the wound cleaned and stitched. Raihan’s wrists were freshly bandaged, the cut on his cheek closed with a small strip of tape. My own ribs were wrapped tightly, and the swelling along my jaw had turned a deep, ugly shade of purple. None of us looked like we belonged in ordinary daylight, but the doctors had done what they could and signed the papers.Mr. King insisted on driving.The ride back to campus was quiet. Raihan sat in the front beside his father. I sat behind them, watching the city move past the window, still half-expecting the night’s violence to catch up with us somehow. Every so often Raihan glanced back at me, as if checking I was still there. Each time I gave him a small nod.When we turned onto the final road leading to the hostels, Mr. King slowed the car.“You two should rest,” he said. “I’ll have the remaining documents and your father’s belongings brought over once the poli
LUCAS..For a long time I didn’t speak.The things Mr. King had just told me sat in the room like a third presence — heavy, immovable, rewriting every memory I had of my own life. My father had a twin. That twin had arranged his death. The man sitting across from me had believed I died on that same bridge. And for weeks I had walked through his house, slept under his roof, eaten at his table, while he recognized my father’s eyes and said nothing.Raihan’s hand stayed around mine. He didn’t rush me. Neither did his father.Finally I found my voice.“The letter,” I said. “You said my father wrote me a letter.”Mr. King nodded once. “Yes. It’s still in the cabinet at the house, with the rest of his things. As soon as they discharge us, I’ll take you there myself.”“I want to read it alone first.”“Of course.”Another silence stretched. My ribs ached. My jaw throbbed where Daniel’s fist had landed. None of it compared to the pressure behind my eyes.“You really thought I was dead all thes
LUCAS…The hospital room was quiet except for the low hum of machines and the occasional footsteps in the corridor. Raihan sat beside me on the bed, his bandaged wrists resting on his knees. They kept us at the hospital longer than either of us wanted.Mr. King’s shoulder required stitches and observation. Raihan was cleared but told to rest his wrists and avoid strain. I was given stronger painkillers for my ribs and jaw and instructed not to sleep flat on my back. None of us listened particularly well.Sometime past midnight, a nurse finally allowed us to stay in the same room. Raihan shifted over on the narrow hospital bed without a word, and I lay down beside him carefully, mindful of every bruise. The bed was too small. Neither of us cared.For a long time we just listened to the quiet sounds of the hospital — distant monitors, soft footsteps in the hallway, the occasional murmur of voices.“I keep seeing it,” Raihan said eventually, staring up at the ceiling. “The gun. Victor’s







