Bottle of Stories (98)
Jayson and Kid went outside to experience the cold morning wind. They strolled around the garden of the resthouse. Jayson watched the people return to their homes or continue walking the cement road. Some establishments are prepared in opening their business again like nothing happened. A sweet hum tickled his ears. It was a young and innocent voice harmonizing with the rustling of the leaves. Jayson knew who it was and he wanted to ask him a question. However, he cannot gather the right words to say, so he sat on the ground and let the grass give him comfort. He waited for the song to fade into the wind. He turned his head at the back and saw Kid caressing the plants. "I met you in my dreams." Kid did not stop examining the different shaped plants. "I was there too so I can see how much you changed." "Why do you always talk like we have met before?" "Try punching your gut. I hope that answers your question." He giggled. Jayson raised his brow an...