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Hello this is totally not late

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She hated working late. [break][break]

She hated working late in the hospital. It was always so dark, and there were always less people working the night shifts as opposed to the day shifts. But.. To be fair, it was her fault for not finishing all of her work on time. It was her fault for not doing everything that needed to be done, and now here she was trying to shuffle her way along and attempt to finish up the rest of her work before the day set too far. There were too many papers that piled up on her desk, and she found too much work that people decided to dump on her. Erk.. I-It wasn't that she didn't want to do any of that work, really. She was completely indifferent about doing it but.. Sometimes she wished that her other coworkers would actually do their work so that she could have at . least a little bit more free time to herself. Truth to be told, she was often the one having work dumped onto her by the other nurses and the occasional doctors. Thankfully there were people who actually did their work like they were supposed to, but the majority of the paper work and the ordering and the like was dumped onto her. It wasn't.. Exactly something that she was happy with, but what could you do, right? B-Because if she didn't do it, then the manager was going to get mad at her coworker, then her coworker would get mad at her for not doing it, and.. Well.. She'd rather avoid that trouble. She'd rather avoid the trouble that was going to spike her anxiety through the roof. She'd rather suck it up and spend the time to finish someone else's work. It was normal for her, anyways. [break][break]

Besides, she found this to be way more forgiving than school was. Myeong could work in her own room, her own desk at peace. She wouldn't have to worry about other people walking over to her desk and knocking her papers over. She wouldn't have to worry about people taking her pencils, erasers and other tools. She wouldn't have to worry about people pulling at her hair, pulling her chair from under her and she wouldn't have to worry about people stealing and messing up her work. She wouldn't have to worry so long as she was in her own room of isolation. Sure, maybe a few people came in to ask her this and that, but she didn't have to worry all too much because the office was usually small. Plus, she was something more.. Akin to a nurse and occasional therapist. Something like that, she had the degree for that, anyways. Even if it took a hell of a long time to obtain them, she was glad that she was able to suck it up and get herself placed into a well off position and occupation. Her hard work actually paid off after all, didn't it? [break][break]

... But if that were the case, why did she feel so uneasy? [break][break]

Myeong brushes a few locks of her short, lavender hair from her face while slowly turning her head towards the gap under the door. It was faint, yes, but she could hear small footsteps pacing back and forth from her office. Now if this were the daytime, she wouldn't have to worry too much about it because there were always other doctors and the like walking around in the hallways. It was normal for them to travel to look at other patients, and it was normal to walk around fetching equipment and the like for them. But it wasn't normal when it was late at night, especially if it was pacing around in the hallway of the nurse's office. Who could it be at this time? I-It couldn't have been a doctor, was it..? There weren't many people who could go back to the staff offices, and so.. It had to be someone from work.. Right? She wasn't.. Going crazy, right? I-It's right.. She was sure that it would be alright. She was.. Positive. It couldn't have been anyone whom she didn't know but.. At the same time, though she tells herself otherwise, the young woman can't help but to gently bite her lower lip.[break][break]

Fingers curl along the edges of her stack of papers, her thumb gently runs over the paper clip that held it all together. Yeah.. I-It couldn't have been anyone, but that doesn't help her ease any more. If anything, her heart gradually begins to sink as her grip tightens around the papers. The sheets waver in her hands from the subtle trembling, all while her purple gaze lingers over the lower area of the door. "... I-It's okay, Myeong.." He won't be there, she tells herself. There was no possible way he could be-- Even though they went to the same program in the past.. He couldn't have. She.. She cut her hair, changed her appearance, number and everything else to keep him away from her. There was.. No way he could have known where she wo-- [break][break]

Bzzzzt. Bzzzt. [break][break]

Myeong suddenly jerks up in her chair, moving back from her initial position no thanks to the wheels attached to the bottom. The woman looks down at the brightened screen, showing her a lone notification from a text. Her eyes cautiously glance over, taking note of their contents. But.. When she notices the contact, she finds a number she couldn't recognize. It was a new number, and for a moment, she places her papers down to pull it up and open up her phone. [break][break]

And the moment she does, her heart drops again. [break][break]

It drops and begins to pound, resonate within her rib cage. The very contents of the text sent a shiver up her spine, effectively causing her knees to shake while her phone shakes in her now clammy hands. "N-No.. No way.. H-He couldn't have.." The young nurse mumbles to herself in a near disbelief, shaking her head a few times while staring down at the text. It wasn't long until she found another text bubble beginning to type, but she quickly exits out of the messaging while watching as a preview of the most recent message pops up. The blood rushes to her cheeks as she's reading it, but not out of embarrassment, no. She felt a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face as she merely glances at the words, chest rising in attempts to take in a deep breath. N-No.. No, this wasn't.. No. Her eyes glance over to the door again, ears instinctively perking up to listen in to the other sounds that may have been there. But to her relief, she could not longer hear the footsteps. But.. Just because she didn't, she didn't know if it was safe or not. Her eyes glance to the clock. Her shift.. Ended soon. She had to leave soon, but now she was too scared to leave her office. [break][break]

What if he was there? [break][break]

She can't help but to worry about it but.. It's alright.. Right? Ah.. But she didn't want to go bothering Enzo for something like this again. Plus, it was.. Probably her imagination, right? It was her anxiety getting the better of her.. Right? Yeah.. C-Calm down, Myeong. All you have to do is take a deep breath and walk down, all you have to do is pack up your things, leave the room, out and through the exit of the front door. It's alright, r-really. There was no way he could figure out which office she was in, anyways. It wasn't like.. Her personal office. It was just.. An office that could be used by anyone. Yeah.. I-It'll be okay. He didn't even know.. Y-Yeah. It'l be alright. It's alright. Those are the things she continued to tell herself in hopes to lower her heart rate, now picking up her papers and neatly shoving them into the unzipped portion of her bag. Myeong slowly places her hand on the door, peeking outwards. Her heart gradually calms down as she sees that no one is in the corridor, hence why she's able to walk out on her own without too much of a problem. See, Myon? You were just being anxious. There was no way--[break][break]

"Myeong?" [break][break]

And she freezes in her tracks. The woman keeps a hold on the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder, gripping it enough for her nails to subtly dig into the lower palms of her hands. Without looking back, the young woman begins to speed up her pace down the hallway as the steady paced sounds of a man's footsteps follows her from behind. His footsteps were there. His steps were behind her. They were following her, and they weren't going to leave her be. Her chest tightens as she attempts to speed up, but no matter how quickly she's trying to get away, the sounds of the steadily paced footsteps echo not too far from behind her. It feels like an eternity when she's finally able to leave the building and through the automatic sliding doors at the front, taking a deep breath of relief. The woman finally takes a moment to turn her head back towards the entrance, releasing a sigh of relief as she finds no sign of.. Someone she would rather.. Not speak to. Myeong is about to turn back to walk at her own pace until she suddenly feels a firm grip on her forearm, pulling her back to have herself hit against the chest of a slightly taller, brunette man. For a moment, Myeong actually raised her voice into a softer squeak, but it was loud enough to echo in the empty night. [break][break]

"L-Let go of me..! I-I.. I just want to go home..! Why are you even--" So she squeaks, arms attempting to flail in the man's grip, but to no avail. With that, the man grips onto Myeong's other arm from behind, lowering himself more to speak into the young woman's ear. [break][break]

"I was looking for you~" He whispers in a low tone, a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. The words were soothing, and otherwise harmless. But they were words that she was used to hearing. Words that had the woman struggle all the more violently, but out of a sense of desperation.

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