Across Time | ThymeKavin

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guess who's here with another update :3

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T H Y M E

Although I knew there were things unshared between Kavin and me, it wasn't my intention to bring up bitter incidents of our past. But it was something that broke me in the past, calling Kavin's number continuously only to hear that such a number was not available.

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On my way to the airport, I quickly took my phone and went to my contacts, where I looked at Kavin's phone number. I had to remember ten digits without forgetting a single digit.

"Three zero three," I whispered the last three digits to myself as I got down from the airport. I took a deep breath and imagined the number in front of me, clear and not a single digit wrong.

My attention broke when I noticed my dad walking towards me with his usual strict expression.

"Give me your phone," he said.

My heart hurt slightly as I passed my phone to his hands, begging my brain to remember the whole number. My dad led the way into the airport, and boarding the plane didn't take more than ten minutes. I got into the private jet with my dad's secretary and sat on one of the seats with a tired sigh.

As soon as the secretary moved out of my sight to talk with a flight attendant, I quickly took out my pen from my pocket and pulled out a napkin from the side table. Then I scribbled down the number as there was no way I would remember the number with so many things in my mind.

I carefully folded the napkin and kept it on the seat beside me. I wrote the number on another napkin and put it in my pocket. Just in case, I wanted to have two.

It was still daytime when the plane took off, along with a nerve-wracking fear that gobbled me whole at the thought that I didn't know when I would be back... when I would see him again. If he would accept another alpha who wasn't me. I was young and possessive. (now old and still possessive)

I fell asleep while thinking about those probabilities, only to wake up a few minutes before landing. I stretched my body and looked at the night sky of the country that I would be living in the coming few years. I lazily stretched my hand to reach the napkin next to me, only to find it gone.

I quickly looked around, patting the seat and looking at the floor. Then, I called a flight attendant and asked her about the napkin next to me. She spared a glance at the secretary and smiled at me, "There wasn't one, sir."

I asked her a few times, as I could remember writing the number and keeping it next to me, but she insisted that she didn't see a napkin as such. But luckily, I had a spare one written in my pocket.

I reached my penthouse in Edinburgh, UK, in less than two hours and managed to strike the numbers on the landphone, dialling the number with a leaping heart. I couldn't stay one day without seeing his face. Maybe it was teenage love at that age.

"The number you've dialled is unavailable."

"The number you've dialled is unavailable."

"The number you've dialled is unavailable."

"The number you've dialled is unavailable."

"The number you've dialled is unavailable."

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My dad landed in the UK in two days, the vases in the penthouse shattered on the ground and the chairs upside down.