1 năm.

Well, maybe more. Plus a week or so.

A year. Since the last time they met face-to-face.

She was a girl who just stepped into the land of Europe for the first time. Alone. Cat.

He was a boy still taking his time back home preparing for a big big test. Basically home. Hamster.

They just parted ways in August. Literally. He was the one seeing her off at the airport that day.

A week? Something like that. A week after her departure.

And they didn’t talk again. Not once. Not a single word.

Cat tried to reach out. By any means possible. Asking this brother, that sister for help. On this platform, that platform.

Cat tried to get in touch. But nothing seemed to budge Hamster.

Where, in this godforsaken planet, was this one hiding from her, Cat wondered. She had no idea.

So, where was he?

Hamster was there. Hamster wasn’t going anywhere. Hamster was still at home, having fun and talking to everyone. Hamster didn’t change one bit.

But Hamster wasn’t there. Hamster talked to everyone, but her. Hamster had fun with everyone, but her. Hamster did not talk to her? Not a word?

Hamster wasn’t there for her. And Cat saw that. Cat knew that.

So did Hamster.

Why was Hamster hiding from Cat? Cat didn’t get it. Not at all. How could Cat ever get it?

Hamster got it though. He knew how bad he was. And yet he still intentionally avoided Cat. He just did that.

He didn’t have a single clue how sad Cat was. How desperate, how angry, how disappointed Cat was. Because he had his own reasons. And he just felt like he wouldn’t do otherwise.

It kept on going like that. And going. Even when Cat had returned home in December during winter break. Even then.

“Did you think, for one tiny second, that this person has stopped loving you? That she has finally abandoned you to the dust?”

– Reggie, 2020


He finally realized how one of his most important pieces was slipping away. Was there still time? Yes, there was.

It was January. Five months. A few days left before Cat went back to Europe. Before Hamster actually might lose Cat for good.


34T Hoàng Đạo Thúy. Behind their school. Cat and Hamster.

They met again.

She cried a lot. She just wanted to let it all out, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

He held her hand. For the first time. Huh, strange when you think about it.


Just a January . A year that couldn’t possibly be worse.

And an afternoon that saved that bond between two random weirdos.


10 Comments Add yours

  1. cat says:

    why do you have to use Third person ;( so sad i started crying a bit at the second paragraph.
    read the freaking book!!


    1. wywy says:

      Ơ sao lại khócccc:( *ôm ôm*
      Vs cả dùng third person hay hơn:(

      Liked by 1 person

      1. cat says:

        ye kinda reminds me of Boy swallows universe íiii đọc quyển sách đi huhu (bad me bc i havent read anything either but hey)

        Liked by 1 person

      2. wywy says:

        Ừa hu xưng hô hay hó lắm ó.
        Đọc màaaaaa:< bad


    2. fatto catto says:

      mèo béo quá mèo ạ hu

      Liked by 1 person

      1. wywy says:

        Mèo béo đáng yêu chứ sao

        Liked by 1 person

  2. woowee says:

    lmeow the last lines tho. “just a January”, feels like ages ago

    Liked by 1 person

    1. wywy says:

      Lol i know right á

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Helen says:

    câu chuyện siêu dễ thương, y như mấy câu chuyện mình từng nghe đứa bạn nó kể về hồi c2 c3 của nó aww

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    1. wywy says:

      Awww tks bạn ạ hu. Nchg là cấp 3 của mình nhiều điều thú vị lắm á, mà Cat là 1 điều nè:<

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