"Since 1894" Captain Kim ✓

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AUTHOR'S POV-

The search for answers had consumed YN and RM for days, leaving them emotionally drained but closer than ever. As they wandered through the quaint streets of a small town on the outskirts of the city, they found solace in each other's presence, their hands intertwined as they walked. The town was charming, with cobblestone paths and old buildings that seemed untouched by time. It felt like a place where the past and present could easily blend, and they hoped it might hold some clues to their past lives.

As they strolled, deep in conversation about the journal and its cryptic messages, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of laughter. YN turned her head to see a small boy, no older than six or seven, playing with a wooden toy near a bench. His bright eyes and infectious smile instantly caught her attention."Look, RM," YN said, nodding towards the child. "Isn't he adorable?"

RM smiled, the tension in his features easing as he watched the boy. "He really is."

The boy, noticing their gaze, looked up and grinned, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Hello!" he called out, waving enthusiastically.

YN and RM walked over to him, their curiosity piqued. "Hi there," YN greeted warmly. "What's your name?"

"Bogum," the boy replied proudly. "And this is my toy car!" He held up the wooden toy, clearly proud of his little possession.

"It's a very nice car, Bogum," RM said, crouching down to be at eye level with the boy. "Are you having fun?"

Bogum nodded vigorously. "Yes! My grandma made it for me. She says I'm a good boy, so she makes me toys."

"Your grandma sounds wonderful," YN said, her heart warming at the boy's innocence.

Just then, an elderly woman approached them, her steps slow but steady. She smiled kindly at YN and RM as she reached them. "I hope Bogum isn't bothering you," she said softly, her voice gentle.

"Not at all," YN assured her. "He's a sweet little boy."

The grandmother beamed with pride. "Thank you. He’s the light of my life."

Bogum looked up at YN and RM, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Are you two married?" he asked innocently, his head tilted to the side.

YN felt her cheeks flush at the sudden question, and RM chuckled softly. "Not yet," RM replied, his voice tender. "But we're very close."

Bogum grinned, showing off a gap where a tooth had recently fallen out. "You should be! You look really good together!"

The child's words sent a wave of warmth through YN, and she couldn’t help but smile. There was something so pure, so innocent about his observation that it made her heart swell with emotion.

"Thank you, Bogum," YN said softly, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "That means a lot to us."

The grandmother chuckled. "Out of the mouths of babes, as they say. Children have a way of seeing things clearly, don't they?"

"They really do," RM agreed, standing up and placing a hand on YN's back. "It’s nice to be reminded of that."

Bogum, satisfied with his interaction, quickly became engrossed in his toy again, making car noises as he pushed it along the ground.

The grandmother smiled at YN and RM, her eyes twinkling with wisdom. "You two have a special bond. It's clear even to a child like Bogum. Hold on to that, no matter what life throws your way."

YN felt a lump in her throat as the woman's words echoed in her mind. She nodded, her voice thick with emotion. "We will."

As the elderly woman led Bogum away, waving goodbye, YN and RM stood silently for a moment, absorbing the unexpected but heartwarming encounter.

RM turned to YN, his gaze filled with affection. "You know, maybe Bogum is right. We do look good together."

YN smiled, feeling the truth of his words resonate deep within her. "Maybe he is," she agreed softly.

They continued their walk, the weight of their past lives still heavy on their minds, but now, there was a new sense of hope. The simple, innocent words of a child had reminded them that their love, in any lifetime, was something special, something worth fighting for.

And as they walked hand in hand, YN couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, they were finally on the right path to finding the happiness they had been denied so long ago.

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