this morning waking up, suddenly i felt like talking to her. then i realized she’s no longer here. or there.
it was the end of october, beginning november of 2019. i came back on the plane from hcmc with her and another friend. took them around hanoi, to the walking street, to the coffee over looking Long Bien bridge, and the flowers picnic garden thingy by the Red river. cant remember what else we did that day, but i was with her, on my scooter, we were driving along hồ tây. hồ tây is big. i was living near Trich Sai, in my small apt with across from the neighbor who was a grocery store, who had chickens on her rooftop and sometimes they would fly over and landed on my balcony, or the front yard. they also used to sing karaoke every friday night, not with a loud and ugly voice but beautifully, and on other nights someone played the piano.
we were driving along the lake, when suddenly she told me, hey, that guy’s been following us. I noticed too, he’d been behind us for at least the last 5km, slowed down when i slowed down, sped up when i tried to escape. he was on some kind of motorbikes, wearing black from head to toe, big helmet covering his whole head.
i stopped on the side of the street when we got to Trich Sai. The guy got confused, didnt know weather to stop or keep going, then decided to drive away.
idk why we didnt freak out about it that day. just noticed him, both of us, then never talked about it ever again.
i miss her and my old apt. and hồ tây before they built those 2 ugly big black towers.