Vuyisile_Sibeko

Hundreds of people across the planet disappeared for a week before returning with no recollection of the phenomena.
The media, government response was nonexistent, life carried on quickly.
A month later inside the Japanese apartment home of Paige Stevens, an old friend considered long dead, appears.
He remembers everything, even seeing Paige there too. She’s a big a part of it too.
With what he has seen lies a warning.
There's war brewing and it's about to boil over. Only, there's more to Paige than she ever imagined.

Jin's War

Paige Stevens

Fifty minutes later clear glass doors opened, Paige stepped out in a black blazer and skirt with a white shirt. Her hair tied so tight it was still against the salty winds flowing through a street so thin it could barely fit two cars. Jin leant against the opposing wall like a Sweet Magazine model, for the homeless.

The walls didn't match the glass. They had a layer of faded graffiti with hundreds of flyers as icing, flapping but hanging stubborn against the spiralling winds.

He held a yellowed flyer with his face on it.

She hesitated but clenched her jaw.

"Why were you in my house, and more importantly, outside my bed?"

Seeing him right in front of her bed as if he'd been there for ages. People didn't just accept that!

She was glad to see him! Glad he was alive but too weirded out to say anything other than the line practiced. Unable to give a 'welcome back' or 'where were you?' She couldn't give a hug, or even a touch. An attempt had led to a recoil the second she'd settled to. As far as she knew, the answer was 'in your room.' But why hadn't he said a word.

At first the sly sideways grin she'd never forget was etched on his face. It was the start of a joke about the flyer.

"I'll explain what you 'SUDDENLY' don't understand when we find Drake!"

She gawked so hard she ran the risk of swallowing her tongue. He wasn't the type. Some 'rule' had just been broken, its shards cutting deep.

Maybe things had changed. Maybe forever.

The bright reddening of her face forced her to look away. Looking back, she saw him move. She followed but he sped up, forcing her to jog.

The Arrival Part 2