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MELANCHOLIA: PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE

I turned my head to the window on my right side where I could see the students passing by through its transparent surface—a boy and a girl with elated faces holding each other’s hands while walking on the school hallways. My lips twitched as I got myself back to the book I was currently reading.

“Aren’t they aware that doing PDA should not be seen around the campus? They’re obviously violating the 500-meter-away rule from school campus! How annoying!” I mumbled to myself as I turned the book’s page next.

“Ige mwoya?” What’s that?

I glanced at Caius; my seatmate, buddy, and my dormmate. His eyebrows arched and his neck was getting long by looking outside the window as he asked me in Korean which I had come to memorize its Filipino translation. He would ask me that question everytime he would feel curious—no—much more like being a gossip monger.

“Aniyo aniyo,” It’s nothing, I replied. “Stop asking me in Korean, will you?” I whined.

“Aigo!” Aww! he said teasingly,...