"Why are you here alone?" She asked.
"Do I know you?" Curiosity filled my mind as I observe her beauty from this angle.
"You dont know me? Did you hit your head or something?" She laughed because of my question.
"Perhaps, I do know you, but you're just an imaginary imaged created for my own comfort. To provide me the attention I've always wanted," Things between the two of us started to get complicated.
She extended her arm and touched my forehead, shocked by the escalating turn of events. The touch was so realistic that I really felt the way she held my head.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Instinctively, I couldn't help myself but slapped her hand slightly to avoid her gesture.
"Did something happen to you? Did you hit your head or something? Are you sick?" With a worried look on her face, she caressed my face making my heart flutter.
"Why are you like this? Why do you feel so real? Am I dead? Right, that might be the reason since I was struck in the head with a lot of force. Enough to kill a person and stop his existence. Well, if this what my after death would feel like. I would gladly express my gratitude to the one who smashed my head open," Never in my life would I ever thank my bastard siblings, but if this is the result of their greed. Then it might be the first time they'll ever hear that I was proud of them.
"Have you been drinking lately? What are you trying to imply? I think the treatment for you is a powerful smack in the head," Because of the growing uncomfortable atmosphere between the two of us. She decided to make the first move and smacked my head to liven up the mood.
"Ouch, what the hell was that for?" She may have the looks compared to a goddess, but her strength is incomparable to a soldier.
"Now, have you already woke up from that dream of yours? Or do you want me to pinch your cheeks just so you know that I am real?" What a scary personality this lady has. Is this the person that I really wanted to be a part of the reality?
"Still can't process what is happening right now, but can I ask where am I and what is the day today?" Filled with uncertainty, I asked to clear the misunderstanding that I have.
Because if you were in my position, wouldn't you feel the same? You were just caught in an accident, but in a blink of an eye, you suddenly find yourself lying under a tree looking up at the sky. And then someone who has the exact representation of the person that suddenly appeared in your dreams is right in front of you.
"Today is the 29th day of July, the year 1420. Our country is called the Kingdom of Joseon, our current king is King Sejong," The explanation seems legit, but the shock it brought to me was too much.
"What the hell? So you are telling me that I am in Korea?" She suddenly fell in her back because of my loud yell.
"Gosh, you scared me. You dont have to yell, you know. And what the hell are you blabbering about? What the hell is Korea?" What if it really is the year 1420, like this lady implies. Then they might have known about the name Korea since, according to my knowledge in Korean history.
The name Korea was introduced during the Silk Roa, which the dynasty in Korea still called itself Goryeo. The Goryeo period lasted from the year 918 till 1392. Until a certain someone won against a coup d'etat and changed Goryeo with the new state of Joseon, which is this country's current name.
While thinking things over in my head, that's when I suddenly thought that I traveled way back in the past. Or in other words, this is my past life.
How cool would that be if I have traveled back in the past? However, did I die in the present life? Plus, is it really possible for this kind of thing to happen because there is not enough proof about this occurrence whatsoever.
Although it's ironic how this turn of events happened. Because I was born with the blood of a Half-American and Half-Japanese. And if this is really the past, and I was born with a blood of a Korean. Plus, knowing the history of our country and theirs, everything just felt unrealistic.
While gazing into space because of this ridiculous situation, she smacked me hard again in the back of my head.
"Hey, why do you always keep on hitting me in the head? Dont you know how strong you are? What are you, some soldier in this life?" Hearing every word from my statement, I noticed that she became teary-eyed.
"You're so insensitive, you jerk. Dont talk to me again," Although seeing this lady cry is something I should be worrying about. I couldn't help myself but stare at her face looking so amazed.
"How can a person be so effortlessly beautiful even while crying?" Seeing her fluttered face makes me want to hug her tight. But I would seem to be a pervert if I suddenly do that.
"Hey, Stop teasing me, Tae Hoon," Although she has a strength equivalent for 5 men, her face changes everything because of his god-level visuals. However, who the hell is Tae Hoon? Is my name Tae Hoon in this era?
I dont know whether it could be applied in this situation, but I once watched a Korean Drama. Where a person who was named Lim Tae Hoon was being called Nicholas Lim by Englishmen. So I supposed that my name would be Nicholas in English.
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry," Pretending that I know what this lady meant will take a toll later on, but for now. I should ride with the flow of where this is going.
"Hmm, Tae Hoon, I've been noticing something different from you, though. You suddenly became polite and can't even remember the date, nor the name of our country is. Did you become stupid after falling asleep below this tree, and maybe something fell down in your head?" Dont know if the stupid one is her than the both of us, but agreeing would save me the pain in trying to think of why I started to forget things.
"Yeah, that might be it. But dont you worry cause things like this would easily pass by. Before the end of the day, I would be able to remember everything again. However, may I know your name?" This lady laughed at me, thinking that I was a weird guy. However, the way the both of us talk with each other. It seems that in the past, I was close with her.
"You really forgot everything. Well, my name is Shayna, Park Shayna," Shayna, what a weird name. For someone living here in Korea, it doesn't fit well with the others. Shayna kinda sounds like a modern name, though. And also my name, our parents sure are weird. Having to give us this kind of name and in this era.
Shayna, looking at her face, still feels like a dream. Although there is still no logical explanation as to how this kind of situation was made possible. Still, although this wasn't the wish that I asked for. I should spend everything that I have left with the person who saved me from the darkest abyss in my mind.
"Hey, Tae Hoon, it's some magnificent weather we have today. Let's take a walk," It's confusing what our relationship with each other in this timeline. But I would like to think that we have a special bond that allows us to be clingy with each other.
Because she held my hand as we run through the field full of a variety of different kinds of flowers. Running in this field not only soothes your eyes with many colors of flowers. But also refreshes your mind because of its never-ending scent. But the most eye-catching of them all is the Hydrangeas, with its varied selection of shades of color. Just like the feminine color of pink, the color of the sea, which is blue and other colors, with its sweet scent, everything seems romantic because of her.
The cold breeze, the sweet scent, the different selection of colors, in this field of flowers, while our hands are intertwined, everything seemed to stop moving. And the only one I see is this woman in front of me. Her soft palms, her light skin, her hair, her lovely eyes and lips, and her personality, as if the one who made her gave everything and handled her perfectly.
An angel, a goddess, or a deity, just one look, and everything will fall. We may have different tastes in a woman. But I can assure you that with just a glimpse, you'll fall right into her hands.
"How unexpected, but it seems I have fallen for you," an indistinct statement I stated.
I hope that you are well in your own homes.
Everything started just a dream, but now its still a dream on its way to be fulfilled.
Thank you for everyone who still kept on reading this piece written by me.
Please stay tuned for the next chapters until Xavier reach his final destination.