Love Across Universe

Exploring The Known Or The Unknown?

Soojin

I flipped through the pages of Alain’s old, dusty diary. It had been so long since I saw his handwriting. It was neat, each stroke delicate as if he had written each word from his heart with tender care. I stopped flipping and started to read one of the pages.

June 13th, 2017

Dear Diary,

It was a lovely day today. Soojin bought me pancakes after our volleyball match. I won against Joshua’s team. Later, she surprised me with a movie night, and we watched "Titanic". Though I didn’t enjoy it much, she did and seeing her happy made me happy. After a tiring day, being with her made the night perfect.

Jack never left Rose; he watched her from the stars. I, too, don't want to leave her. If I do, I will always be watching her from the stars. Thanks, dear diary, for listening about Soojin. The world sees us as more than best friends, but it isn’t true. Only you never judged me, so I like to pour all my feelings onto your pages.

From,

Your faithful owner,

Alain Abreo.

The last line stirred my heart. How many feelings had he hidden from me? Was he really watching me from the stars, as he had written?

I opened the window and looked up at the sky. It was a dark canvas with a few scattered stars, like an artist marking the positions before creating a masterpiece.

The night passed, and I heard Sooah’s scream signaling a new day.

Why did she scream?

I hurried downstairs and saw Sooah standing frozen in front of the couch where someone in black leather pants and a jacket was sitting.

“Alex?! What are you doing here?” I asked, shocked.

“It’s good to see you early in the morning, princess,” he said, blowing a kiss.

“How did you even get in?” Sooah barked.

“Sorry, Miss Min, I didn’t mean to scare you. Cracking your house door’s code was a bit too easy. Set a stronger code later,” he grinned, heading to the kitchen.

In just five strides, he was there, followed by Sooah and me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him unpack some boxes.

“Breakfast for you two from the US’s most famous Italian restaurant,” he said, serving food on three plates.

“That’s red-flag behavior. Soojin doesn’t like red flags,” Sooah retorted, but Alex continued.

“Sure, as if I don’t know the kinds of men she reads about in her romance novels,” he smirked.

Wait, how did he know I read romance novels? Sooah didn’t even know. She was staring at me, wide-eyed. My cheeks flushed.

“I’m going to get ready,” I said, going upstairs.

Before leaving my room, I checked my makeup. I wanted to look good for Alex, though I didn’t know why. Maybe it was his aura. He was always well-dressed and looked like a Greek god.

Breakfast was silent; no one dared question Alex after knowing his skills and power. We went to the office in his car and thanked him for breakfast. I hoped he didn’t make a habit of this.

“Hey Miss Soojin, can you check the project reports?” one of the employees asked, handing me papers.

“I’ll make the corrections and submit them in an hour,” I smiled, and she left.

Alex was watching from a distance. He smirked and walked over.

“What’s my baby doing?” Alex leaned against the wall.

“Don’t call me that, Alex. We aren’t dating,” I said calmly.

“We will soon. Let’s start practicing now.”

“Leave, will you?” I turned my chair to face him.

He returned to his desk, and I resumed my work. He chose the perfect time to flirt—it was coffee time, so no one was around. I wasn’t a fan of coffee, so I stayed behind.

“May I come in, ma’am?” I knocked on Miss Stephen’s office door. She was the HOD of our department and one of the most graceful women I’d ever met.

“Oh, Soojin. Sure.”

“Here are mine and Miss Jones’s project papers,” I handed her the files.

“Good. Soojin, I wanted to talk to you personally,” she said, fixing her glasses.

“Sure, ma’am.”

“I’ve noticed your progress and how you always find something new,” she said, reading the project files.

“It’s because I’m a researcher, ma’am. These things aren’t new; they’re just waiting to be discovered.”

“No, I’m talking about your skills in creating something,” she said. “You always leave me astonished by talking about machines that don’t exist. For example, in our recent presentation, you mentioned a mini rocket—” she paused as I started coughing.

“Sorry to interrupt, ma’am, but it’s based on my imagination,” I said, drinking the water she gave me.

“No, it’s not, Soojin. Your imagination makes sense to me. That’s why I wanted to talk. I’ve been in this field for 30 years. I didn’t marry because I wanted to explore the endless realms of science. Do you know what’s the difference between writers and scientists?” she asked, her eyes meeting mine.

“There are plenty-,” I replied.

“Writers write their imaginations, while scientists turn their imaginations into reality.”

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