𝐈𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬

Just standing in the enclosed space. The earlier noise of the hallway cut off completely. Benedict glanced sideways. Harrell still didn't return it. “So that's it?” Benedict asked again, “C'mon, Van, you're just going to ignore everything I say from now on?”

It feels surreal; for trying something new.

Which the others had already understood their responsibility. So what's wrong with this bastard? “You've seen the report, right?” Harrell said flatly, barely sparing him a glance. For a brief moment, he even considered his hand could land straight across Benedict's face.

ㅤ 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗗, 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗲. [ 23/04/26ㅤ|ㅤ16:26 ] Gak pulang-pulang nih orang, kita jemput aja langsung ke kampusnya. Sekalian minum dingin sambil keliling calon kampus HEHEHE. ㅤ

ㅤ Final hours in Singapore! Spent the day strolling around, soaking in the city’s pulse one last time before flying back to Jakarta. 😽 ㅤ

Kelar makan ikut gua *nada ngelabrak*

They still had a group project for their business class, so he pushed his personal mess aside and opened the message. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. Harrell threw himself back onto the bed, lying flat as Shannika's words kept replaying in his head.

"It's used." Oh, she'd wondered the same; how could he possibly be used it when they are two hours away using a plane, separated by seas? Like Shannika would be damned to know. / @24dgree.