Silhouette of Our Love (Jiwoo X Heejung fanfic)

A Second Meeting

I have to find him!!

I ran out of my so-called apartment and left my so-called friend, Heejae and ran all around Busan.

"Oh, I'm sorry!!" I bumped into someone in the crowd. I bowed and left, running again.

"Hey!" The voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Oh, yes?" I turned around.

I don't really have much time for random chitchat.

"What do you mean, 'Oh, yes?'?! You just bumped right into me, just apologizing, bowing and then leaving?! Someone ought to teach you some manners!!" The man that I had bumped into earlier pointed right at me.

THIS guy needs manners. He's shouting at me in front of a whole lot of people in the streets.

"I'm really sorry. I'm searching for someone and I don't know what he looks like nor who he even is and I just have to go so I'm sorry!!" I bow again and hurry in my tracks when the man stopped me and grabbed my wrist.

"Are you joking? You're going to search for someone you don't even know all around Busan? Has anyone ever told you that you're an idiot?" He said with a sharp tone.

What's with this guy? He's getting on my nerves. Can't he just leave me alone?

Just because he's a little good looking...

"Hey!! I said that I was sorry, all right?! Can't you just let it go?!" I shake his hand off.

"Sorry, okay?! Sorry!!" I ran away.

What the hell was wrong with that man?!

I continued to run, searching for any kind of clue or spark but I didn't really get anything.

After awhile, I felt my legs weaken and my breathing strained so I decided to take a little rest at a park's bench.

"The crazy man was... right..." I tried to catch my breath.

Maybe I shouldn't have just ran all around searching for someone I don't even know...

But... I had this really strong and strange feeling when I read that notebook.

I closed my eyes and tried recalling the neat scribblings on that dusty brown notebook.

'Hey, Dumbo.'

'By the time you read this, I may not be by your side.'

'I don't think it'll be possible to leave with a goodbye.'

'Even saying 'goodbye' would be a breach of contract.'

'So I have no choice but to leave my words here.'

'That damned Wizard...!'

'Anyways, read carefully.'

'You may not remember me at all.'

'Your loss of memory means that we have a hope of meeting again someday.'

'You probably don't even know what I'm talking about... But don't worry. I will come to find you soon.'

'If...'

'You haven't lost your memory, just consider this writing as a part of your past.'

'See? I am such a romantic guy!'

'Anyway, whether you can remember or not just read, okay?'

'You and I first met on June 1, 2012.'

'It might be hard to believe but I appeared in front of you as an animal.'

'Anyways... this is how our story ends.'