My Overly Romantical Fantasy Serenade

Transferring worlds from, fun time?

I wouldn't say my life was normal, I couldn't say it was good. If I did, I'd be lying.

Because my life was perfect.

That's how it always was for me. I was a decently well off dude, and in that economy, basically meant I was living the dream. Honestly I never understood rich people and never will. All that money, what to do? Of course I have an answer, I'm an interesting person. But these billionaires, what in the fuck do they do with those billion smillions of dollars up their ass. It's bad enough they aren't helping other people, but it's worse that they don't do jack shit.

Take me for example, if I had a bil, I'd probably make a bunch of rooms in my house. Decorate them all with my favourite things that my nerdy self liked. I don't like that word, but it's the best I can use to describe someone like me. With all these rooms, I'd always have so much fun, if I got bored of one, well guess what? I'm rich! I don't care id go to the next.

Ah shit I'm rambling. That's all besides the point.

My life, was perfect. Why?

Because I had a beautiful wife. Had? Is that the right word in this context. Ahhh we'll get to it.

I'm Silon, if you think it's a weird name then tough. My wife's name is Layla.

You'd think I should describe the both of us in detail, and you're right I should. I had black hair, which was wavy covering to the middle of my head, it sometimes covered my eyes.

She was gorgeous, had silky, black hair which curved inwards and was also from Korea. Her bangs were similar to mine, they were like curtains to the window of her charm. Her eyes twinkled with the colour of the ocean of the night. A deep blue which soothed me every time I had the honour of gazing into her eyes. And beneath her left eye, was a mole.

She was beautiful, and she denied that. And though I didn't believe so, she believed I was too. Guess that's how most partners are, calling the other beautiful when the other disagreed. Weird right? Off topic. My bad.

My wife was someone I met young. 2001 June 16th, both of us were 6. Why do I know that? Well it's one of the best days of my life of course. Both of them. We'll get to that. I should really stop spoiling shouldn't I?

My wife and I were perfect for each other. Perfect how?

Same birthday, same favourite colour, same favourite sport, same favourite food, same everything. Why is this the case? Because we were perfect together. Ah yeah I said that.

She was my ink to my pen, my stars to my sky, my milk to my cookie. All of the romantic things I grabbed from Pinterest on our 6 year relationship. Oh the memories.

We started dating at 10, on June 16th that might seem crazy but I assure you we would have started sooner if we even understood what dating was beforehand. If you asked me what I loved about my wife, or girlfriend back then. I don't think I could answer. If I were to put it as a metaphor, I'd say it would be as difficult as draining the pacific with a teaspoon. Yet that doesn't do that justice.

We married on June 16th. We shared a birthday and that birthday shared a day with our marriage.

Don't think I'm just a one sided creep though. I don't brag about myself, but she loved me too, ask her, just kidding I'd never let you. I'm sure whoever you are you're cool. Not cool enough for her though move along now. 4th wall break? Ahhhh deadpool did it, it's fine.

There was always a certain tolerance between how close people could get with us. Me and my wife would allow true friends of course. But if a single lickidy lick of romanticism, lust, or anything more than friends was detected, there wouldn't even be a way of describing what we'd do.

If my previous paragraph made you think I was some sort of serial killer, don't worry, I wasn't. It was just the fact that no one would dare to try anything with the either of us. Scared of what the other partner would do, fair on them honestly.

I think that's a background check done, you got the picture, we were madly in love.

That takes us to the night before the switch. Id already married her 14 years prior and we were 32. We lived in the uk, horrible place I know. However we had a comfortable living space, comfortable indeed. So comfortable in fact, that night we had a little time to ourselves.

I hope you can guess what that means.

We'd been going at it for a solid 3 hours already, we'd started at 00:00 of June 16th, we both did track, we both had stamina. At the height of the moment, we both... uh... how do I say this nicely.

Shot the water gun at the same time. Yeah.

Now when you, shoot the water gun. A few things may happen. Depending on your gender of course there is physical remains, possibly a few audio signals, maybe a lot of movement.

But I'm sure it doesn't isekai you.

After my brain filled with energy, I landed on a grassy terrain, much different from the bedroom I was just in.

"What the fuck." There were two voices.

I'd only gotten half of the pleasure from the previous world's experience, and not to mention I wasn't holding my wife anymore. It was an understatement to say that I was pissed.

But hearing those two voices made me shoot up, I leaned upwards, and was staring into my wife's eyes, in the middle of a forest, both of us dressed in armour, both of us holding a sword, both of us looking identical to on our wedding night, 14 years ago.

"Love, what the fuck is this?" Her soothing voice called out carrying a vulgar word.

"The land born from our love I guess.