All Chapters of What's Ongoing Can't Be Forever: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Summer seemed to drag on indefinitely, even though it was time for winter to take over. People were dressed as if they were living in the heart of Antarctica, which made Siberia jittery."Do people really have no sense of the season?" asked a young woman, most likely in her 30s, with ash brown hair and barely visible streaks of white on the front."They appear to have lost track of time," Siberia observed as she sipped her now-cold coffee."My my, people are going both ways with time," the young woman said, settling in. "Can I please have a cold coffee with a plain egg sandwich?""coming right up Ma'am.""I've lived in this vicinity for almost three years, and I haven't seen you or perhaps we never happened to cross paths, have we?" the young woman asked, keen to strike up a conversation, or so Siberia supposed."No, you're right, I'm new here, House 209." Even though Siberia was responding specifically, her thoughts were elsewhere. She appeared to be lost, confused, and unaware, but

Siberia ran as fast as her toned legs could carry her. She felt the heat of the sun on her back, buckets of sweat pouring over her. She spared a glance back towards the hospital and that's when she saw him. Standing under the tree, his features ever prominent. Siberia stood there for a brief moment, biting her lips nervously before walking ahead, cheeks flushed red. 'What am I blushing for?' Siberia thought to herself as she made her way into the public transport, grabbing a seat by the window. From afar she saw his beautiful permed hair vanishing as the bus moved on.While in the transport, Siberia noticed a person sneaking photos of a young lady, seated by the window on the left line of her. Her head resting up against the window; she appeared to know nothing about the man's activity as she was charmed in her phone with her headphones connected. Siberia could have done without it. She could have done without to intercede either, yet she realized she can't allow this to go unnoticed.

Siberia was pulled out from her slumber by the sun penetrating through her window; the draperies were apart as from last night. The faint, but sweet melody of the birds could be heard. Siberia moaned, taking a stretch while lying; prior to getting up. It was 8 in the morning which meant that she had enough time to get ready. Siberia at first was about to wear her casual work attire, but then she remembered that she had to go to the hospital and not her office. She smiled as she began rummaging through her closet, searching for something that would suit the atmosphere, the purpose she was going for precisely.Prior to heading in for a shower she chose to call Mikhail as he clearly had barely any familiarity with her new errand. Mikhail replied on the subsequent ring. "Yo young lady, wassup""Hello Mikhail, I just… .." she was cut off by Mikhail who appeared to be excessively excited."I'm at the bus stop, I'll give you 10 minutes to get here""What?" Siberia was taken aback by his sudd

Siberia stepped back rapidly, her face flushed red and eyes wide open. A slight gasp escaped away from her mouth. "I'm s.s… sorry" She faltered as she spoke, rapidly turning away in shame.Yeong was excessively stunned to say anything himself. Not that he disapproved of the embrace, however, more like he was astounded when she embraced him. It was an unexpected yet inadvertent move that stunned the two of them.He took a gander at her subsequent to looking down and randomly examining the room. "It's alright, I mean" He scratched his head, trying to figure the right word to clear the tension. "We're friends; I mean some way or another. Yea, that's right, a friendly hug and because you got way too excited", he looked towards her, expecting her to be at ease. "A friendly hug", he said again as he nodded.Siberia took a gander at him before looking away again as she still felt the heat on her cheeks. "Hahaha, yea that's fair enough". She said nothing after and neither did Yeong. An awkwar

Siberia gazed at her bewildered. At the point when Siberia initially saw Dana she thought Dana was somebody who worked in one of those general stores. It isn't so much that she was peering down on her, inferior precisely, yet that was the means by which Dana was dressed; a worn-out baggy shirt with dark pants and sloppy shoes with unkempt hair. Now her hair was flawlessly tied in a bun, apparently by an expert. She wore a dark shirt whose two buttons were undone from the top with bell-bottom white-pants. For footwear she donned dark, 6 inch heels. Her coat hung free by her shoulders. This style was some way or another cliché, however it looked new on Dana."I see I've taken you by surprise", Dana spoke with a smile forming over her face; her olive skin radiating by the reflection of the sun from the window that's now losing its blazing flares. Siberia continued to stare for a brief moment until she finally spoke. "Ah, we meet again. I didn't reckon you were a doctor". Siberia let out