I later learned that a special army force took care of them. But the loss was grave. Two hundred fifty people were killed and seventy five wounded. The bomb was also triggered and I was the sole survivor from that room.

After taking care of the dishes I made my way outside the apartment, my apartment was located on the first floor for commodity then made way for the cafe I frequently visited, gave my order then patiently waited for my latte while starting to write on my laptop a new novel. 

I sensed a presence sitting right in front of me and my fingers slightly paused then silently continued writing.

"Isn`t it hard?"

I heard him clear his throat.

"Writing novels, I mean"

And then I heard his voice. It seemed extremly familiar. 

"Han?"