By 9:00 a.m., the morning light had long since filled the city.
Back then, the subway system only had two lines, neither of which reached the airport. Even taking a taxi meant Yang had to drag himself out of bed at 5:30. After a night out at the bar and a restless sleep, he spent two blurry hours on the bus, dozing off and waking up again, before finally stumbling through the door of his home. His mother wasn't home from work yet. Feeling aimless, Yang wondered if he should start unpacking his autumn and winter clothes. Clearing out the wardrobe would give him room to put away his three-year-old high school uniform.
Funny. He'd spent those three years constantly griping about how ugly the uniform was. Now, freshly graduated, he couldn't bear to toss it. He'd never wear it again, but maybe someday, just looking at it would bring back a few warm memories. That thought left a hollow feeling in his chest. He quietly shut the wardrobe and sat down on the bed, staring absently at the sky outside.
College was approaching fast, but Yang still felt like a kid. He remembered hearing that in university, students could actually pick their own PE classes. Whatever, he thought. At least there wouldn't be any deans barging into classrooms to interrogate him about skipping class anymore.
But then again, no chance to spend time with Chenhui anymore.
Yang let out a long breath and wandered over to the window.
"Maybe I'll meet someone new at college," he comforted himself. "And if possible, someone taller than him would be ideal."
The thought, unexpectedly, made him snort.