Chapter 1
There is a certain direct line that leads to a certain predestined dimension. The kind of jargon only the universe can hear. There must be figures everywhere up there. Because if most of us deviate from the main line that leads from A to B, there must be a formula of the universe that escapes us and we miss the moment when we have to take a detour . The detour is the kind of exponential question without an answer. Like for example the number of stars in the sky. Listing the snow under the ground one fine morning. I imagined that because I don't know what it looked like. Was the snow blue, gray, blue gray white or reflected. These things are not wrong. they travel each destiny, before arriving at their destination on the ground. What happens next may be another topic. It must be the ticking of a watch for a few seconds before stopping. The detour is almost unpredictable. I let my thoughts wander, but I had work to finish. I thought the detour, that morning, had knocked on my door.
Adrienne._ Do you want to join us?
Lyor_ no, I answered simply.
my computer forced me to set foot outside in the evening. It stopped at exactly 11 p.m. I had to go through all the latest repair shops in the area. Finally, one last one received me.
I didn't see how much time had passed. I feel like I spent the rest of the afternoon outside. I sat on my bed that night, sleep did not take me away. I was all alone as usual, questioning my existence. If someone is overthere, do we look at the same sun, the same moon at the same time? etc..., someone sees my drawings posted on the internet. I only have a few likes, I heard myself say, as if it was the first time I'd asked myself that. It is clear that I was 14 years old mentally.
The evening before Adrienne made me her declaration of friendship, I love you very much, she said, but you are a real plague for me and for the planet.
To tell the truth, I'm glad she's herself. If I had to invent her, she would be exactly the same, 150 cm, Long frizzy hair, green eyes, very light and mixed skin and mini skirts. She looked like a barbie.
I took a panoramic look around. Bedside lamp, my little bonsai bought two days earlier, little stuffed dog, my feet on the wooden floor, 11 a.m. 01 p.m.
Woohyun.- hey... he whispered
I didn't answer, in fact there was no one there. But I noticed that the voice was familiar though. One of those that makes you shiver. A...like a breeze. I felt myself shiver at the idea. There was no breeze though. With this temperature, people would wear light clothing, and take baths in the middle of a public square so as not to suffocate from this infernal heat.
However, it was obvious that I felt a little frizzy, I got under the sheets and looked at my watch, it still showed 11:01. Strange, I thought that an eternity had just passed. Why was I cold then? NO. I thought. This voice was a voice. the kind you hear that makes you jump out of bed. A bed ?
I looked at my feet again as the last image I remembered of being on the ground. the floor was still wooden.
Woohyun.- I know you heard me. I turned around and... there he was.
Lyor.- what? I said a little beside myself
Woohyun .- why don't you come see me? Either you go out or I come in.
Lyor.- in my room?
Woohyun.- we're not in your room... I took a quick look and he was right.
A little night walk like I usually do just to get some fresh air and avoid the inquisitive looks of these people with very different ideologies from mine, the fact that they always have questions about my actions and I have not a single question for them.
The neighborhood was lit with multicolored light. the houses were still streaming with water, the ground was still soaked from the afternoon rain. Wait, I said to myself, it hasn't rained today.
Lyor.- Did it rain today? I asked
Woohyun.- probably. he said
I trotted as if to avoid puddles of water. He made me walk on an old ruined wall. He took my hand.
Did he take my hand? I thought.
Did he take my hand?" I thought.
My heart jumped. I closed my eyes and reopened them again. The sun was sweeping across my room. My head felt heavy. My hair messy. Another one of those nights where nothing even happens in our subconscious. I live, I exist. I look at my hand, an unmissable vital sign.
Lyor. - Well, I'm alive., I said, patting my face.
I glanced at the computer, stopped writing, there were dots, dots, and dots. The last sentence gave me no clue. I must have stopped writing for a while or I got lost in my theories about the planet.
I review last night in my head. I jump out of bed to make morning coffee. At least every morning, my vital organs consume this blackish substance, which I no longer know why it was allowed to be legal.
I opened my fridge, it was empty. My purse had about a hundred dollars left. The day before, I had eaten this meal put in the fridge and inevitably today; I must leave.
The sun was merciless, each ray penetrating my already fragile and gray skin. "Gray" : Little expression that we use in my family to describe a sunburn on dark skin. The supermarket was packed, but as I was short on time, I took what I had in front of me. I put everything in the fridge and prepared dinner.
Some chatter on the TV then I got back to my daily stretching in a few hours and back and forth. the bluish light of the computer was the only thing that lit up my room and a thin little moon through my window making its way up 'at the top of the roof without realizing it it was already 11 p.m. I looked at My feet on the firm wooden floor. Oh no, the floor again. I said.
This same street again!!! But a little wet, as if it had rained. But it didn't rain.
Lyor.- I can't figure out where we are.
Woohyun - with me. He said.
He was lying with his eyes looking towards the sky under starry clouds. suddenly he looked at me and I felt hypnotized.
Hypnotized!!! Would that be the word to designate what was going through me? My whole body started to shake. I quickly had to make a huge effort to find an escape route by stepping back a few centimeters from him.
Lyor.- what ...I asked, running a hand over my face. I have something on my face?
he came closer to me and touched my face with a fingertip. My eyes, my nose then my lips as if he was studying the shape of my face.
Woohyun .- does that bother you?
A smile, this smile... which suddenly disappears as if a wave of clouds carried it away from afar. He was... close. Too close.
A silence of darkness ran through my bones, but if he come Closer i would just die.
I felt an icy breeze on my lips. Probably his? He touched my lips.
Did he know? Did he do it deliberately or did someone push him to do it.
but who would dare? Who ?
Knock Knock...
Adrienne.- Lyor, are you there? I know you are there.
Adrienne, the neighbor next door, I would point out that she and I are not exactly friends. But we talk often. As I know she will be looking through my window.
My window! I think, jumping up. Ah! I left it open. But where is she calling me from?
Lyor. - what, I said half-sleepwalking. With my eyes closed. I no longer even remember that I was going to reproach her for his unusual visit.
Lyor.- Make yourself at home, I have to go back to sleep.
Adrienne.- why? she said, stunned.
Lyor.- uh I spent a sleepless night writing.
Adrienne.- no. She said ironically, you were asleep when I arrived. It was me who woke you up. Are you coming to the library with us?
Us? I think. Peeking outside the door, her two sexy as devil sidekicks had already arrived. I look at my clothes a little. Pajamas, and shirt, a ponytail. Reading glasses, sleepy eyes.
Adrienne.- you drank coffee this morning. I knew..
Lyor.- so what!? do you want some... what do you three want?
Adrienne.- we just want to get you out of hiding.
Lyor. - I don't know why everyone thinks I'm hiding. It's not my fault if you have no depth in this whole universe filled with mystery and unknown things.
Adrienne.- yeah, yeah
Stacy.- what is she talking about, said Stacy. To her friend Kiki, Long blonde hair, barely speaking French.
They are not my friends, I remind you again, they are friends of Adrienne. Adrienne, I don't know when she and I became inseparable. She has the gift of invading my space and here we are: acquaintance-friend. I take back what I said earlier, if she didn't exist, I would probably invented her.
At that time, they put makeup on me, made me wear new clothes..
Adrienne.- you only have yoga pants in your wardrobe... well, let's make do with it.
For a second, I followed them without really wanting to. I was at the public library, the 3 in front and me behind, looking at me, told me that it couldn't be anything other than backbiting. The 3 then turned around. It's a very good song, isn't it?
Lyor.- which one?
Adrienne.- the one on your computer.
But I only knew the song, not the title. this music kept me company night and day for a very long time. The lyrics were the saddest lyrics on earth. Someone who writes lyrics like these must have experienced solitude a bit like me, I thought. quickly leaving them to chat alone, as I run at high speed to review the computer. The song on my computer wasn't there. No way humm a part or to remember the exact lyric. As i turn around I remember one of the book in the library get my attention "Carabella" i grap it and keep running back to my house. They don't need me anyway, I thought looking at them getting new friends in a glimpse.
the singer's voice was divine. Suddenly I had the impression that something was escaping me, it was this thing that escaped me yesterday night: this voice.
I stood up on the bed and screamed loudly. My voice echoed in the room. I didn't know what I was looking for suddenly but I saw a shadow .
Lyor.- but who are you? I said in a low voice. I sensed He was dazzlingly handsome. the echo was felt throughout the room, perhaps from the neighborhood.
Two knocks on my door reminded me that I had messed up. It was that woman who live next door. We call her Bella, because she was very beautiful. Big brown eyes and the innocence of a little girl of 15. She was looking at me with inquisitive eyes, so I had to cut time.
Carabella – oh well, I thought I saw you... last night. Late in the evening she added.!!
Lyor.- ah I went to get my computer. Carabella.- no, you were walking down the aisle.
Lyor.- oh maybe
Carabella.- be careful of the cold. She said before i close the door.
I Was walking down the aisle? That alerted me to a good one. I looked through the security window to see if any other neighbors suspected me of the weird girl next door who was walking in the driveway at midnight? My clothes from last night, still lying on my bed, were soaked to the skin. I took a look at the courtyard. It didn't rain, I can't help but note. The ground was so dry that you could smell the dusty smell... that's normal, it's June. If it's june, what cold is she talking about?
I turned around in circles, the mouse hadn't moved. The computer was in the same place as always next to the red mouse.
I have to start writing again. But the unthinkable happened i had a cold: 11 a.m. 01 p.m.
He was lying on a bench. feet crossing his eyes towards the stars. The eyes, I just realized that I hadn't seen his face well. I can't see the color of his eyes, and not even the shape of his face. The ground was still wet.
He took a breath. Waits !!! How do I know he's breathing? I barely saw him. it's so light. That I can barely hear it.
Did he stand up?
So I jumped at the chance to review him. 1.80 m i thought. I wrote it in my notebook. he smiled. I didn't see it though. I felt it.
That smile was as warm as a hug in the middle of winter.
Lyor.- but it's weird it's June.
Woohyun.- do you love me? you keep writing a documentary about my actions.
Amy.- when? I said, hiding the little notebook.
He stood up. He took my hand and showed me the notebook. I was ashamed, but as a reaction I started hitting him.
Woohyun.- Sorry, sorry... ah! It hurts, he said, touching his arm. You and your bad character. he smiled.
Did he smile? Again. This isn't the first time I've experienced this. I went inside. there was no longer any doubt. I know him, or I knew him. But from a certain time, from a certain era. from a certain time which is probably not mine, and over which I have no control.
Woohyun.-Here he said, handing me an umbrella.
In an instant all doubts vanished, he had this gift of putting my feet firmly back on the ground.
Lyor.- why?
Woohyun .- it's an umbrella. it's going to rain again. Don't tell me I didn't tell you!
Lyor.- I should buy one, I don't have one.
Woohyun .- I know so. Just take mine. that way you'll know it's me. You tend to forget me.
Hold on to it tightly.
Lyor.- why would I forget you? You here. I said smiling.
Woohyun .- maybe I'm not. wake up, he said.
Ring!!!, ring!... ring...
the ringing of the phone brought me back to reality. The reality that Someone like Adrienne would come and bother me.
Adrienne.- you are fine? You got up early so I took the liberty of coming to your place for coffee. I'm soaked, for God's sake. Do you want a drink?
Lyor.- Do you have to ring my smartphone at 5 am?
Adrienne.- yes, just in case you don't want to open the door. Do you want a drink?
Lyor.- this is my coffee...
Adrienne.-I know. cream ?. she finished. I also know. How far along are you?
3 questions at the same time just to coax me, I didn't know what to answer. so I threw it at her vaguely.
Lyor.- page 1, yellow umbrella and nervous nerves.
Adrienne.- you think you'll have a best seller. she asked vaguely, she didn't seem to be too interested in it.
Lyor.- I'm writing my story, it must at least make an impact.
Adrienne.- your life is not... so to speak... hmmm... interesting.
Lyor.- you look serious, I asked, opening my eyes wide.
Adrienne.- I am. she said vaguely as she moved.
Lyor.- who else thinks like you?
Adrienne.- you mean apart from me?
Lyor.- ah, forget it. I said in a breath.
Adrienne suddenly looked in a corner,
Lyor.- what?
Adrienne.- this... are you borrowing it from me?
Lyor.- ah, it's not mine, you bring it to me then.
Adrienne.- Whose is it?
Lyor.- I don't know. I must have drawn it in one of my sketchbooks.
I said without paying too much attention to what I had just insinuated. And Adrienne didn't give too much importance to her presence either. Knowing her, other girlfriend gossip was more important than anything else.
But did i draw the umbrella? Why something i draw is in my house?
A long moment of silence after Adrienne left. " I did not know ? I asked myself. I paid attention to the last two written lines, yellow umbrellas appeared there. I looked in my sketches and yes, I had drawn it. It was there, page 5 rainy days where I was looking out the window. but yellow? I normally like red umbrella.
Unfounded doubts, I quickly removed the idea of any alien invasion from my head. I had to buy it at some point. I repeated to myself. I looked in my shopping bags and it wasn't there. I wasn't robbed, I said, taking a panoramic look into my little glass castle, letting in the sunlight. Ah, I didn't tell you. I am a designer. I'm not professional but impressive enough. For the moment I publish on an internet blog. This place is my haven of peace and I was proud of my talent as an architect. Every corner of the apartment was to my taste. the sun which I let in through the window and a small flowerbed near each window. the wooden floor, the white paint, the ceiling had soft lighting which illuminated the whole room in the evening, bedside lamps designed like the models of 1770. Everything was perfect.
Adrienne had taken the yellow umbrella and had not given me the coffee on the way out. I had to do it myself a few hours later. The day was mostly yellow, number 5.
Am I the only person who numbers colors? blue is 9, red 8, purple 7, light blue 6, yellow 5, again red 4, 3 rather green, 2 a very light blue green, 1 white and zero was also white. It depended on the days and my mood, but the 5 was always yellow.
I looked at the calendar and it was June 5th. The song I was listening to had its release date on June 5th 1981. From now on the number 5 had a sort of mystery in my life. My astrological house was also 5.
Suddenly the impressive voice of the main vocalist of which the song I listened to every night before going to sleep start to play. This song that Adrienne and her friends noticed while we were in the library. It took me to a deep sleep in matter of a second.
His hands, his lips, and the form of his face.
the sun has graced us with its presence. A busy day too. I wrote two new pages without really remembering what I had to say. I read what i wrote and I probably wrote down my dream. I've been dreaming the same dream for some time now, each time it's a new sequel. some more intriguing than others. What if I was sleepwalking? as Carabella said.
Late in the afternoon, I decided to visit her, she probably knows things that she doesn't seem to tell me. What am I going to tell her, I asked myself. Me who doesn't know how to start a conversation. Better to sneak in clandestinely.
On the roof, I was able to have a clear view from her bedroom to the living room. I lay there with a telescope and spied on everything that was happening at her house. She is like me. There wasn't much in her house. Her life was as monotonous as mine. I can't help but think. This is until she opens a small secret box hidden under her bed. "Bingo" I said.
The rain came suddenly, like in a dream. I watched every drop fall on me. for once I saw it coming. Everything was slow. And in the blink of an eye i was under its influence. It enveloped me like a fine pearly white sheet. I had no choice but to stretch my arms out in a cross and my feet in a V. It must be said that me and the rain don't mix well.
Woohyun.- you believe it now?
Lyor.- Adrienne took my umbrella. I said getting up.
The leaves were dripping water.
Woohyun .- who is Adrienne?
Lyor.- my friend i said.
Woohyun.- are you cold? he asked before giving me his coat.
I let him do it, I was cold. At this point i felt like i knew him from before. Before of what?
It was clear to me that i was cold But why didn't I go down to my house?
Woohyun .- I don't know why? he said, smiling.
Lyor.- Did I say it out loud? Or maybe you're reading my ideas.
Woohyun .- both. He said with a smile. he was warm. as I was shivering from the cold, he hesitated for a moment before asking me if he could hold me against him. Despite giving me his coat.
Lyor.- No, I said, shaking my head from side to side. but he didn't listen to me. He came closer and hugged me. It was the first time I felt it. No beating. I felt like I was in cotton. The deeper I sank. Plus there was this wave that I couldn't decipher that was taking me. There was no longer any doubt. I-was-in-love-with-him.
Lyor.- Is that your name? I said to make sure I wasn't going the wrong way. I saw it written in his coat.
Woohyun.- if you knew, wouldn't that scare you? he said, leaning back and running a hand through his hair.
I opened my eyes wide at that moment. And I saw it. A wind revealed his forehead.
His forehead, Broad, hair blowing in the wind, sad eyes. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It must be a dream. What was he doing there? what does he have to say to me? why am I comparing him to someone i know?
Woohyun .- I don't want you to leave me. It was only an instant, but I felt like an eternity had just collapsed. He looked at me and I didn't know what to say. I didn't know anything anymore. Where, when and what.
Now that I think about it, where are we? And I knew instantly that this era was not mine. Time was slowing down, I looked at my watch it was still 11:01am. Am I in my room or somewhere else, I asked myself. Impossible to know, my actions did not respond to my will. I was slowing down, maybe he was too from the start. The time has not advanced. It's still 11:01 minutes june 5th.
That night, I didn't sleep. The next day my eyes were red...and I was wobbling in my seat. The ground was wet, my feet... 11:01 p.m. and no one. I couldn't remember but I was missing something or someone?
I was wavering in the void of this same street where it rained yesterday. I was alone ? Or with someone. The lights lit the streets, people sold their usual fruits of the night. a bedside lamp in their hands I was convinced of one thing: that I was in my dream. But also if Adrienne comes home, she will wake me up and I will miss the opportunity to find out something.
I waited, and I waited. Tears coming from nowhere blinded my vision. I remembered this song. This voice. The melody.
I heard his voice from him. There's no way he knew this song at this precise moment i saw a shadow ".- who are you I shutter weakly"
He was going to answer. Did he respond? "Woo? What??? And then I remembered Adrienne she might wake me up. I prayed to God that she would stay out. this Adrienne. "Don't come back Adrienne" DON'T COME INTO MY ROOM. I yelled, looking up at the sky. I can already see her face leaning towards me. she's going to wake me up. she's going to. Too late her hands were in my shoulder shaking me up.
Lyor.- move away, I have to go back to sleep. I said, falling back into the sheets.
But she suddenly opened the window curtains.
Adrienne.- are you okay? do you talk in your dreams...?
Lyor.- what did I say?
She hummed this song that only I knew about because I composed it myself in 2005. And I hadn't released it yet.
Adrienne.- where are you going?
Lyor.- hmm somewhere. something tells me that I have to go to a certain place.
Then I turned towards Adrienne, she looked at me stunned.
Amy.-you know about this music why?
Adrienne.- Am i not your friend?
Lyor.- why are you my friend?
She thought for a moment and she didn't know the anwer. Me neither.
I couldn't sleep anymore and the coffee kept me awake.
Amy.- you don't understand... I explained a good part to her and she retorted half of what I told her.
Adrienne.- It's a fiction... said Adrienne only.
She then throws me the batch of drawings that I had not finished. Among which was a bench that suddenly reminded me of the bench in my dream. Then a young man with his feet folded on his chest, a chin, this chin I took a look at the corner of the house, I had drawn exactly the same one. Then him. half finished, his hair, his head lowered, he was trembling with the cold it seemed. He didn't have a face. So in his life of drawings, he could look like anyone. love anyone. someone who is not me.
is he kissing someone who looked like me? How does he feel about her? Does he love someone? How I'm not his soulmate in this world? How could my energy not bring him back to me. How come his energy take a path that is not the one that leads to me? How and why he doesn't feel me? When he sleep doesn't he see me? Because I see him. How can his reality be so far from mine?
Lyor.- It's been 10 years since I drew these drawings, why now?
Adrienne.- you draw me ten years earlier? Said Adrienne when she saw another drawing that looks like her. This is me right?
I looked at the date of the drawing and it said 2005.
Adrienne's voice brought me back to reality.
Adrienne.- your quiet neighbor is her garden.
Ince Adrienne left i took My binoculars have my back and decided to spy on Carabella. she was reading. her book was titled "the man of my dreams" everything was normal. The only weird thing was that she hid the book under her bed.
My lamp went out, as I didn't want to go out, I stayed lying on the bed looking at the blackness, nothing was visible. Just the computer light. A bluish light. then a click. A like.
Sleep was already taking me away, but I didn't want to sleep. I took my coat and went for a little walk. I ran at full speed from everywhere to this place that I didn't know. If i run i will find the missing path. I ran as fast i i can then i stopped, I looked behind, there was a distance of light between me and reality. I crouched down to catch my breath.
Lyor.- Even unconsciously he doesn't want to show.
I cried tears. I couldn't explain what happened to me. Adrienne thought I hit myself in the head, but in fact only my tennis ran out. I must have tripped somewhere.
I made a quick bandage. Then something told me to look in my coat. there were numbers: I can't call back where I got them.
the numbers didn't mean anything to me. However, I have turned the question over a thousand times in my head. I don't know when they got there. I hesitated several times, it is clear that I had not dreamed yesterday I consciously went for a walk or maybe I did?
As I reviewed the situation in my head I remembered that when I was in that road to find him i heard a name. Woohyun.
This is not a common name. I have never heard about it before. Nor someone would be calling anyone I know that name.
Two knock in my door i was Carabella ... again. Did she know i spy on her?
Carabella.- Woohyun she said to me.
Carabella.- Woohyun is his name.
Lyor.- who?
Once she's gone I quickly pull up my computer. and the story i was written was gone. My whole story, or the little that I finally put down. I knew it straight away: Carabella.
I went to her house. she didn't seem surprised. I went straight under her bed. she followed me with her eyes and I took the book.
The author name was my name.
Carabella- uh... I was just reading it. She said.
Lyor.- I hadn't finished it. Why is it published? you had no right to publish my book on the internet. Without my consent.
Carabella .- you leave him on a bench in the middle of winter? I was just fixing the situation.
Lyor.- this is my story.
Carabella .- are you sure? Maybe you just one of the characters.
Lyor.- how am i a character when i am bone and flesh and talking to you?
She looked at me head to toe and open the 5th page and show it to me.
Carabella.- your hero is freezing on a bench. This is why it rained so much. You stop writing the story. It rains at least every day in these countries
It rained I thought. Why she believes it that much.
Lyor.- he doesn't exist for real. He's a fictional character. You and I are real.. People come to my door to talk to me about their nightmare at night. You send them? I repeat it's a fiction.
Carabella.- how do you explain that umbrella? As soon as you read the story i feel like you're in it. So I thought I could at least help you.
I turned around. And Carabella was acting weird.
Lyor.- How much did you help me?
Carabella.- I did the impossible, she said proudly.
Lyor.- have you ever written anything in your long life?
I was rough. I knew it, but how dare she challenge the trust i had in her?
On my way out I took a look at her private library in the living room. There was a trophy for bestseller with her name inscription. And at least ten books written by her.
Carabella.- tell Adrienne why you draw her before knowing her.
she asked me as I left her apartment.
Lyor.- what do you know about me? I ask
Carabella.- everything. She said calmly.
That evening, without really knowing why, and what kind of energy push me. I went to talk to Adrienne.
she listened to the whole story. just looked at me and cried.
Adrienne.- I never liked that name you gave me but i wanted to be real Adrienne said, drying her eyes. I show her the drawings and It looked like her and her sexy dress.
Once I left, I gathered up my courage by looking at the manuscript and started the story all over again and edited some part where I left off. It's true that he was freezing on a bench in my world. But where And how Am i freezing in his? If he only say my name that would bring me to life but he hasn't. I have been waiting. The guy with the name Woohyun. I saw his full face for the first time. He would smiled when he saw me arrive. Without saying a word, his head folded between his legs and without looking at me he wouldsmiled. He could finally breathe.
Woohyun .- you finally found me, he would said simply.
Lyor.- you're not real I would said simply... you're... in my head. The image I drew. I would like you to be real though.
He wouldn't say anything for a while. Then would look at me and would approach me. He would hugs me and would whispers. " I am ".
Did I write that, I thought ...
Woohyun.- You just have to find me. If you don't then i will. Because my soul is looking for you everywhere else.
Woohyun .- the noise of the plane... at that right moment. Do you think this book is about me?
Cale.- that doesn't excuse the fact that it's a fiction.
Cale gestures shows that he didn't give too much importance. After all, planes lands everywhere all the time. They were very close to the airport.
he had just gotten off a plane and millions of fans were waiting for them. They signed a few autographs and got into their limousine. Woohyun reopened the book and showed him.
Woohyun .- that song, for example he said. Is my favorite song since 2005. It's the only one with that title. She wrote it.
Cale.- well, you believe in magic.
Woohyun .- No. I don't. But I think someone is writing my story somewhere.
The manager calls them
Manager.- guys, it's time... Cale then whispered in his ear.
Cale.- she doesn't exists. She's a drawing and You're not allowed to have girlfriends anyway.
Woohyun .- I know yes. he then rapidly writes his phone number in his coat.
Cale.- what are you doing?
Woohyun._ i will put my phone number in my pocket. If she find it maybe she will call me or draw it.
He hides it And leaves the coat somewhere when you go down the apartment stairs. If she calls, by whatever means, it is because she exists. He said simply.
He spent hours looking at his cell phone but nothing.
Woohyun.- how old is the universe for her? How far is her universe from me to still be in her cartoon era form? He whispered to himself.
The wind swept through his hair. He returns the book to the library, writing on the back page.
"My soul is calling you, come to me.
Woohyun. »
The place became a vast place where only her house stood there As Carabella start drawing the last part. All the merchants on the corner of the street disappeared, then reappeared. that evening it rained.
Lyor witnessed it for the first time. All that remained her of her coat after running kilometers. she remembered she has a phone number in the coat she was wearing. But she couldn't take it. She just knew the number was in the pocket of the coat.
Suddenly a knock on her door startled her.
Lyor.- is there someone outside? She heard it as if the voice came from far away. So far away.
lyor .- is it someone I know? she insisted to herself. Did he find me. Did she draw him next to me?
Once she got out, he was there. Him, his whole face. He was no longer the imaginary boy. The celebrity from the distant country where it rains every evening was in front of her door. He was wearing football gear. A sports bag taped to his back.
I looked at him, he looked at me. No witnesses. None of us dared to say anything. I know he was in my dream last night. And also the night before. And the previous one... and a year earlier. In fact All my life. I saw him on TV. I wrote about him But he seems to have been in my universe for an incalculable eternity. he is in every reason of my existence. In every cells of my flesh. My soulmate.
But ... Was I in his dream ? I think inwardly.
He didn't seem to know me, he was looking else where, everywhere. Then his eyes finally came to rest on mine, like a caress of a thousand years of waiting.
His presence, he explained it as, He had lost his way.
Woohyun.- I'm sorry is it ...???
it was his first time in the country. he must leave again this very evening. He came without his agency knowing and no one knew he was there.
Nonsense i know why he is here. I called him. Not me Carabella drew him.
He left without saying a word. But a few km away, he turned around a little hesitantly, fearing my answer.
Woohyun .- Hello... uh,... he spoke a dialect that I didn't understand. Not a single word is something i could comprehend. But for some reason i know what he was saying.
He was shy but smiled heartily. He looks at the coat i was wearing. And take some few steps and come close to me. I stepped back as he reached out for me.
Woohyun.- I didn't take a plane to be there. I just followed the coat.
Lyor.- ah sorry is it yours?
Woohyun.-Yes. By the way...
Lyor.-yes...
He couldn't say a single word for me to understand. It was my time to tell him.
Lyor.- i dreamt of you.
Woohyun .- i know. He said he came closer and hugged me tightly. I finally found you.
Carabella closed the pages and put it down and placed the book in the middle of the millions of trophies that she has in her likeness.
Book: how old is the Universe by
Carabella.
In another universe
Kids- mom these two person's doesn't seem like familly why they are a the same grave?
Mom- you your not supposed to talk in a cimetery.
Kid- look here carabella lyor and here woohyun.
Mom- you're right, i might ask the keeper.
Sir what happened here.
The sir.- we're not supposed to talk about that, but these person is a stranger as the weren't any other places. They put her body in the same grave as the girl. Shut. Nobody is supposed.
The mom take the hand of her sons an dleft the cemetery.
Kid.- you think they might be talking to each other?
Mom- shhh you heard the man. Don't talk about this.
Carabella thinking : if this was real. He would hold my hands, and we would smile at each others cause this how it would end or would it the beginning.
THE END
