When life gives me a sad song, I write a fanfiction. I have been listening to this one song that went viral a few months ago here in my country, and this is the second time I write something that's inspired by the song. It's called 'Location Unknown' (Brooklyn Session) by HONNE featuring BEKA. I suggest you listen to the song while reading this.

I don't think I've given my all, though, and I may edit it later. But I still hope you all enjoy it. :)

Love, Mary. xx

To everyone who is separated miles away from their loved ones during this difficult time, please know that it will be alright. It takes time, but it will.

My mind's running wild with you faraway

I still think of you a hundred times a day

She found herself once again in the middle of the busy train station, eager to make her way through to the exit. It had been her routine ever since she arrived in this foreign land over a year ago. With her book clutched close to her chest, and a few murmurs of 'sorry', she finally stepped outside. The cool breeze greeted her as she walked down the pavement just beside the famous river in the heart London. The dark evening sky didn't stop her from enjoying the winter weather, as she stood on a certain spot by the river.

Her blue eyes were gazing at the water, trying her best to avoid looking at some couples around her who were celebrating the day. Valentine's Day. Resting her hands on the rocky surface of the railing that separated her from the water, her eyes lingered on the small diamond ring around her finger. A small smile played on her lips as she remembered him, the man she should be home with, her fiancé.

She missed him a lot, that she couldn't deny. The distance that separated them was a little too much, but she knew, as soon as she finished her studies, she would be back to the arms of her loved ones—her fiancé, and her dearest sister. Just a few months to go, Elsa. She always tried to reassure herself. But that day, after passing some couples going on a date, hugging, and kissing their significant others, it felt harder than usual. Even earlier in the tube, she was checking out some plane tickets in a travelling app on her phone, though she knew, she couldn't just go back home, not when she still had a term a head of her.

Sighing, she pulled out her smartphone from her skinny jeans pocket. She pressed the power button, and smiled when she saw her locksreen. His green eyes glanced at the camera, as he pressed his lips to her temple gently, while she was smiling ear to ear and holding up her hand to show the ring. The picture was taken on Christmas Eve dinner, after she said yes to his proposal. Swiping up the screen, she quickly entered the passcode 4-2-6-7, his name, and tapped her thumb on a messenger app.

Once she saw his name along with the last heart sticker she sent him which was marked in blue, she began to hesitate whether or not she should text him. She knew his day shift would end soon, and she would love to make sure that their online meeting that night would still take place as he promised, but she didn't want to distract him. Tucking a strand of platinum blonde hair behind her ear, her blue eyes lit up when she noticed a slight change on her screen. Hans Westergaard is online.

When I'm a bit down and I wanna pull through

I look over your photograph

And I think how much I miss you, I miss you

He couldn't believe his luck that night. The night manager came earlier and told him that he could end his shift sooner. It was unusual for him to leave early from work, though he was working in his family hotel, but after a long day, he knew he deserved a little treat. So, after putting on his overcoat and bid his staff a farewell, in which they wished him a good night in return, he made his way to the parking lot.

When he got into his car, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He was so excited for his online date night ahead. Starting the engine, he didn't immediately drive away. Instead, he reached out to open the dashboard and pulled out a photograph. His green eyes were scanning the smiling woman, tracing over her big blue eyes, down to her button nose, her rosy cheeks, and her pink lips. His fiancée.

He missed her so much. The long, torturous day he had gone through only made it harder for him. As the hotel day manager, it was his job to make sure of the guests' comfort. And the whole day spent congratulating a couple who just got engaged at the hotel restaurant, a few newlyweds staying for their honeymoon, with a wedding reception in the hotel hall as the cherry on top. Valentine's Day really did sound dreadful when his betrothed was miles away, on the other side of the continent.

Normally, he would plan a romantic candle light dinner, just the two of them, or he could take her on a trip to the fjord and with the roof of his car lowered, they could do a stargazing. But the circumstances they were in was far from normalcy. It was their second Valentine's Day being apart from each other, and hopefully it would be their last (only the whole being apart thing), knowing that she only had only two terms left before graduating.

He put down her photograph on the passenger seat next to him, and went to pull out his phone. Entering his passcode, 3-5-7-2, her name, he unlocked his phone and tapped on his messenger. It was a surprise when he saw the word …typing under her contact name, Kære.

He waited for a while, eyes lingering on the sticker she sent him earlier that morning. It was a heart with Happy Valentine's Day on it. His heart swelled, feeling lucky to have such a caring fiancée like her. A woman like her only comes once in a lifetime, Hans, he recalled his soon to be sister in law's words when he asked for her blessing before he proposed, if you ever hurt her, I swear to God, I will come to haunt you myself for the rest of your life. It was too terrifying to imagine, and he didn't plan to, not intentionally. Elsa only deserves all the love in the world.

When he saw that she was no longer typing, a small smile played on his lips. She's hesitating. So, he decided to text first.

See you tonight? ;)

…typing

Yes, see you :)

Cause I will never find a love like ours out here

In a million years, a million years

The big window of her flat gave her the perfect view of the city. She could see the London Eye standing tall in a distance, as well as the iconic Elizabeth Tower. The view greeted her every morning, and lulled her to sleep every night. But still, it wasn't home.

They said home is where the heart is. If that's so, she would call Copenhagen home, for her heart was there with her fiancé. London is indeed beautiful, and her little flat is cosy and warm. But nothing could top the feeling of having her fiancé's arm wrapped around her as they sat on the carpeted floor before the fireplace, covered in a blanket, sipping on hot cocoa. And better, she had a name for it. Hygge.

With a weather like this, she liked to picture herself sharing a blanket with Hans, as he told her about his day. He would wrap his arm around her, trying to keep her from the cold. Yes, she did enjoy the cold winter weather, but she found his warmth irresistible, and she kept coming back for more.

After changing into her favourite magenta pyjamas and putting on one of his flannel shirts she managed to pack before leaving, she made herself comfortable on the long bench under the window. She settled her laptop on a small round table beside her and waited.

I just need to know that you're safe, given that I'm miles away

He finally settled himself on the sofa before the fireplace. His working clothes were now replaced by his comfortable night wear, a simple plain white T-shirt and a pair of long pyjama trousers. With a laptop in his lap, he dialled her ID. After a few moments, she finally picked up and her face came on the screen.

It had only been a week since the last time they had a video call, but even then, he didn't realise how much he missed her face until that moment. She was smiling, pink lips curved upwards and eyes filled with joy. He saw her leaning closer to her camera, giving him a view of her faint freckles he missed to see in the morning. One thing he noticed almost immediately, his own shirt over her own pyjamas.

'Hello?' She said, waving her hand. 'Hans, is your connection alright? Because I swear I saw you froze.'

He smiled sheepishly, running a hand over his red hair nervously. His cheeks were flushing, as he realised that he had been staring at her a little too long.

'Sorry, my love.' He chuckled. 'You're wearing my shirt, I see.'

'Do you like it?' She beamed, leaning back against the wall, and he caught a glimpse of city view behind her.

Of course he did. 'Yes, I do. And you're sitting by the window?'

She eagerly nodded, before lifting her laptop to show him more of the view. 'Yes, beautiful isn't it?' She then put the laptop back before her. 'And you're sitting on my favourite spot in the house, aren't you? It's not fair!'

He smiled sadly, 'I know it's not.'

'Okay, we're not going to start the night with being all sad, Westergard! Do you hear me?'

There was a hint of reassurance in her voice, but he knew that it was her way to mask her own feelings. He nodded anyway.

'As you wish, soon to be Missus Westergaard.' He said, and smiled wider when he saw the faint blush on her cheeks. 'How is your day?'

Travelling places I aint seen you in ages

But I hope you come back to me

'Oh, just the same. I submitted my paper this morning, and the professor asked me to join her research team. We're going to collect some data in two months.' She replied. 'At first I wasn't sure if I'm qualified enough to join in, but the professor assured me that it's alright, because I do have the skill.' She told him. 'Can you believe that?'

He nodded slowly. 'Of course I can, my love. You're the most brilliant woman I've ever known! Never ever doubt yourself.'

Ever since the first time he saw her in that campus library, he had always known that she's a smart woman. Yet she could be so doubtful at times. In fact, it was what made him come to approach her that day. He found her with her face buried into her palms, and turned out she had a bad day at the finals. She told him she forgot to answer the last question, which would cost her 25 points, but he gave her a reassurance that at least she got to answer the other three. And the next day, she told him that she still scored 75, meaning that she got the other 3 correct.

Reminiscing their first meeting didn't ease his heaving chest. His smile faded, and he couldn't mask it any longer.

As if she could sense his uneasiness, her gaze softened. 'What is it, Hans?'

Releasing a deep breath, he finally said, 'I miss you, Kære.'

I still think of you too if only you knew

I just need to work out some way of getting me to you

Kære. The word means dear in Danish. Hearing the nickname made her heart swell. She could feel the familiar sadness as well as the ache slowly creeping in. She longed to have him there with her, spooning her, kissing her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She yearned for his presence, but she knew she couldn't have it. Not at the moment.

'I miss you too.' She forced a smile and blinked back her tears. 'So, so, much.'

She felt like crying, but she knew she shouldn't. They only got to have this moment once a week, and she couldn't ruin it by bursting in tears. Besides, it's Valentine's Day. They were supposed to be celebrating, not weeping in misery.

'It's okay, my love.' She saw him smiling, green eyes softened. 'I'm sorry.'

She shook her head furiously, closing her eyes. Why should he be? It wasn't his fault that they were separated. If anything, it was her, for it was her decision in applying for a scholarship on the other side of the continent that got them there.

'You have nothing to be sorry about, Hans.' She took a deep breath, trying to tame her raging emotions. 'It's alright.'

He hated to see her cry while he wasn't there to comfort her himself, she knew that for sure. The first few months being apart, she burst in tears once in a while, but as the time passed, she became even more resilient. But as resilient as she was, she still thought about him a lot of times, and his name was on her occasional prayers.

My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again

'How was your day?' She asked gently, chin resting on her palm.

'Well, compared to you, I think mine is less exciting.' He began, and she listened.

The way he talked, so animatedly, as he explained to her how one of his waiters almost knocked a bottle of wine over because the lady on the table near him stood abruptly and beamed in joy as she said yes to a proposal, how he then personally congratulated the couple, it told her how he was happy with his job. Though it was his family business, his family hotel, she was aware that he got his current position with his own blood, sweat, and tears. He was a hardworking man, and she loved that about him.

She sensed a hint of sadness as he recalled his encounter with so many couples staying in the hotel that day, the way his green eyes dimmed a little. It made her want to reach out and gave him the hug he deserved, to make him feel better, to give him the reassurance and she was there with him. But she couldn't, and it saddened her.

Never once did she take her eyes off his face, from those emerald eyes, to the perfect angle of his pointed nose, his sideburns that framed his face nicely, his freckles she loved to count early in the morning, down to his thin lips. Every inch of him is perfect in her opinion, and she wouldn't mind waking up to his face every morning for the rest of her life. She smiled at that thought.

I don't care how long it takes, I know you'll be worth the wait.

'How long is it until your graduation?'

She sighed, 'Now that you mention it, I just found out that the graduation will take place in early July. You're coming, right?'

'Of course, I'll come.' He smiled and nodded. 'And so will Anna and Kristoff.'

He noticed how the mention of her sister and her boyfriend brought her smile back.

'And your brother is okay with it?'

His brother, Edgar, he almost forgot about having to ask for his permission. As much as he didn't like him, he knew he still needed to talk to him, so he could go and see his fiancée.

'I haven't talked to him, actually.'

'It's alright, Hans.' She said, trying to reassure him.

'But I'll still come, Elsa.' He stated, meaning it as a promise he would fulfil. 'I won't miss your graduation, and I certainly won't miss a chance to see you.'

I don't want to be wasting time without you

The thought of reuniting with the love of his life gave him hope. He had been waiting for her all this time, and she already said yes to forever with him. Now that there was only a few months left, he couldn't wait to have her back.

Don't want to throw away my life I need you

'I can't wait to see you.'

She did. There's always a slight excitement that came with those words, something similar to anticipation. And it would be a pleasant one.

'Me too, Kære.' He replied. 'Me too.'

Her heart swelled, and she smiled. He had always been so understanding and supportive, like how he encouraged her to study for a master degree, though it's in London. He gave he a chance at love—to be loved and to be in love. She was lucky to have someone like him, and she couldn't imagine life without him.

Something tells me we'll be alright

We will be alright, she always told herself. They had come this far, and the ring around her finger only reminded her that she had sealed their 4 years relationship into a lifetime commitment.

For that, Elsa knew she needed to be strong. Not only for herself, but also for Hans. She could do it.

But something tell me we'll be alright, alright

As the night grew latter, they both knew that their online meeting would eventually come to an end. Hans, being the day manager, needed to wake up extra early in the morning for his shift, and Elsa still had to study.

'So, that's it.'

Elsa wasn't good at goodbyes, and so was Hans. But they knew it was only temporary, and that they would be reunited in five months.

'Yes, that's it.' He smiled sadly. 'I love you, Kære.'

'I love you too.' She replied. 'I will see you soon.' She kissed her fingers and pressed it on the screen, just below the webcam.

He mirrored her gesture and replied, 'Soon.' It was more of his way in reassuring himself. 'Take care, my love.'

'You too.' She finally flashed him a smile.

Then together, they pressed the red button to end the call.

On the first flight back to your side

I don't care how long it takes, I know you'll be worth the wait

Hans stepped into his shared bedroom with a sigh. One more night without her presence next to him. After turning the lights off, he lied down on his side, facing the unoccupied half of the king sized bed. The house felt so spacious without her presence, he admitted. Often he imagined waking up in the morning to her cooking, on some morning often he woke up inhaling her scent in the morning. But he knew, it was only her pillow he slept on. As much as he longed for her warmth, he had to wait. And Elsa is worth the wait.

Despite the distance between them, he trusted her. Sure he had his own suspicions, but he also realised that it was only him jumping into conclusions. Their relationship worked perfectly, though they often argued over small things. But at the end of the day, communication is key.

He would take whatever future brings for him, as long as she will be there with him. He was willing to go through it all, if it meant that he would end up with Elsa. He loved her, that's for sure. And something told him that it would be alright. He believed it.

On the first flight back to your side

Elsa took a deep breath, as she closed her laptop. She glanced at the world outside, admiring the city lights. Sometimes she thought that life isn't fair, that there were people out there who got to be with their loved ones. But she realised that everything would be alright. In no time, she would be back in the arms of his beloved fiancé. Only a few months to go.

She settled on her bed, nesting in the sea of blanket and pillow. Unlocking her phone, she opened the voice memos and tapped on a recording named 'for when you miss me'. The familiar voice filled the room, as she curled herself under the blanket, still wearing his shirt. She took a deep breath, and smiled when his scent filled her senses. It felt as if he was there with her.

There's something comforting in the way he talked, the deep baritone voice that often lulled her to sleep whenever she stayed up late, overthinking. It was soothing, giving her the proper reassurance she needed, that something good would come after this, that everything would be alright. And she believed it.

HONNE - Location Unknown (feat. BEKA) (Brooklyn Session)