So... I got this idea when I watched Lindsey Stirling Take Flight Live earlier this morning. Not sure if it'll work or not, so this is just an experiment for the time being. And what better way to test this than using the Bulgarians(hope I spell that right :P) as the test subjects. Hehe.. sorry Bodil
Oh yeah, I'm also doing this because there's simply not enough Bodil fanfic. Just wanna let you guys know that.
An airport loomed before her.
Well, that was overly dramatic, to be perfectly honest. It didn't seemed that big for an airport, but this was her ticket out of here. Time to move on in a new environment, make some new friends, then leave. It was in her book of rules to never get attached to them, and keep moving. That way, she won't be or get harmed in any way.
So, here she was, standing at the entrance of the airport, just exited from the cab. The wind blowed, warm gentle breeze that made her dark chocolate hair move towards the direction of the wind. Her black jacket felt warm, possibly due to the fact that it was pretty sunny. Warm hazel eyes looked down at the phone in her hands.
She entered the airport, cold air-conditioning air cool her down right that instant. Making her way to the departure schedule to make sure she was on the right track, then proceeded to sit down at the waiting area. She placed her luggage down beside her, guitar case and a medium sized bag filled with essentials.
Her phone rang, a beautiful violin music played on as her ringtone. Answering it and knowing it was one of the only people she trusted, she said, "Hey, Mom."
"Hey, Mel'" Her mother's ever so sweet voice filled her ears, "You're gonna be OK, right sweetheart?"
She sighed, her mother could really take a break, "I'll be fine, Mom. I've done this at least a hundred times. Besides, how did you even manage to call me from home? I'm pretty sure here and Korea have a massive time zone."
"Melody," She could hear that slightly warning tone in her mother's voice that made her smile. She continued, "I'm worried about you, that's why. I don't care how late I have to stay up just to hear my sweetheart's alright."
Melody felt like choking up, "Sorry, Mom. But I have to go. This call might be traced."
"OK, honey," She started to hang up the phone when her mother continued, "But can you at least tell me where you're going?"
Melody was silent for a moment, then spoke up, trying to hide every inch of sadness in her voice, "I can't. Bye, Mom."
"Melody, wait-" The call was hung up. Melody hid her face in her hands, shaking slightly. She wanted to tell her but she can't, she didn't want to endanger her mother as well. The weight at her back felt much more heavier than normal. She whispered to herself, "I'm so sorry, Mom. But at least I'll be closer to you than I was before."
"Are you Ok?"
That voice had startled her so badly that she jumped, effectively bumping her head with the speaker as well. They both grunted in pain as they rubbed their sore spots, Melody her head and the man his chin. She looked up at the man. At first, she thought he was a spy or something, but he didn't seemed to have the skills to take on with her. And then his expression. He looked genuinely concerned of her wellbeing, which didn't make any sense since they were strangers.
"I am so sorry," Melody apologized, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I was so startled that-"
"Whoa, it's OK. It was my fault that I came up to you in the first place." The man said. He had an accent. She didn't know what accent but it made him sound cute.
"So, are you OK?"
Melody snapped out of her thoughts, mentally scolding herself. This is not the time to get all lovey-dovey! "Um, yeah, sorry. I was just tired, that's all."
She didn't like the way he looked at her, although it was just concern. But she had way to many experiences with people like this and look how well that turned out. All lies and deceiving. He asked, something she almost never catch again, "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Melody snapped irritated, maing the man step away from her, holding his hands up as if to to calm her down. He smiled, as if saying 'sorry', "Ok, Ok. Sheesh, no need to be so snappy."
The Korean sighed, "Sorry."
"It's cool." He sat down at the seat next to her and held out his hand, "Martin."
"Huh?" Melody looked beside her from what probably looked like a depressed posture from afar. No wonder he approached her.
"My name is Martin. What's yours?"
She eyed the hand carefully, sensing if she could trust him or not. Her instincts didn't seemed to alarmed her, so she shook it, feeling comfortable warmth, "Melody."
Hmm... I haven't figured out the storyline yet, but whatever. I can think later. Still, short chapter as I don't have much time to type, so sorry.
On another note, please review and let me know what you think about this one chapter.
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