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A Wish Upon a Page 2; riwoo

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Weeks had passed since Y/n’s light had flickered out, and Riwoo found himself grappling with a dull, persistent ache in his chest. The diary, once a vessel of connection between them, now sat cold and lifeless on his desk, its pages no longer glowing, no soft voice calling out his name. Riwoo hadn’t dared open it again. It was too painful a reminder of what he had lost.

He had tried moving on. He spent more time with Chaerin, hanging out with friends, diving into schoolwork, but nothing filled the void. No one could replace Y/n. Her absence was a constant shadow, whispering in the quiet moments when Riwoo was alone. Love wasn’t supposed to end like this—not when it had burned so brightly. He knew it was foolish, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that their story wasn’t over yet.

What Riwoo didn’t know was that, somewhere beyond his reach, his heartache had been seen.

High above the mortal realm, the Christ watched, his heart heavy with compassion. Love was one of the most sacred forces in existence—transcendent, eternal. And to see it denied, to watch as two souls, bound by that love, were torn apart by fate, moved him deeply.

The Christ’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and he spoke softly to the heavens, “This love is pure. It was not meant to be lost.”

A light surrounded him as his divine power stirred. With a wave of his hand, he made his decision. He would not let such love go unanswered. Y/n had shown selflessness, even in the face of her own end, and Riwoo had stayed true to his heart. They deserved another chance.

With a breath that carried the weight of creation, the Christ sent Y/n back to the mortal world—not as a fairy, but as a human. There was only one catch. In this new life, she would remember nothing of her time with Riwoo, nothing of the love they had shared.

But the heart never forgets. And perhaps, with time, they would find their way back to each other.

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It was a crisp autumn morning when Riwoo first saw her. He was walking through the park, lost in thought, when he caught sight of a girl sitting on a bench, reading a book. Something about her felt... familiar, though Riwoo couldn’t quite place why. Her long hair danced in the breeze, and when she looked up from her book, he felt a jolt in his chest.

She looked like Y/n.

No, not just looked like her—she was her. The same delicate features, the same soft eyes, but there was something different. She wasn’t glowing, wasn’t floating with shimmering wings. She was human. And yet, despite the change, Riwoo knew in his heart that it was her.

His legs carried him forward before his mind had fully processed what was happening. He had to speak to her, had to know if this was real. When he reached the bench, she glanced up, her gaze locking onto his. For a split second, something flickered in her eyes—recognition, maybe? But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Hi,” Riwoo managed, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m... I’m Riwoo.”

The girl smiled politely, closing her book. “Nice to meet you, Riwoo. I’m Y/n.”

Hearing her say her name hit him like a wave. She didn’t remember. Of course, she didn’t remember. But this was her, standing right in front of him, alive and real.

“You come here often?” Y/n asked, her voice soft, unaware of the emotional storm brewing inside him.

Riwoo nodded slowly, though his mind raced. What should he say? How could he explain this? Should he even tell her? The Christ had given her a new life, a fresh start, and it wasn’t fair to burden her with the weight of a past she no longer remembered.

Still, as he stood there, something stirred within him. Fate had brought her back to him for a reason. He couldn’t just walk away from this.

“I... yeah, I come here to think sometimes,” Riwoo said, sitting down on the bench beside her. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but he forced himself to stay calm. Maybe, just maybe, he could get to know her again—start fresh, as she had.

Y/n tilted her head, studying him with a curious smile. “What do you think about?”

Riwoo hesitated, then smiled sadly. “A lot of things. Mostly about someone I used to know.”

“Oh? What happened to them?” Y/n asked, her tone sympathetic.

“They... left,” Riwoo said, choosing his words carefully. “But I’ve been hoping to see them again.”

Y/n’s gaze softened, as if she could sense the depth of his feelings. “That sounds hard. I hope you find them.”

Riwoo nodded, his heart aching. She didn’t realize that he already had.

<3>

Over the next few weeks, Riwoo and Y/n began to see more of each other. At first, their encounters were brief—small conversations in the park, moments of shared silence as they both enjoyed the crisp air and falling leaves. But as the days went on, those conversations grew longer, deeper. They talked about everything—books, dreams, life. Y/n had no memory of her time as a fairy, no recollection of the love they once shared, but Riwoo found comfort in her presence nonetheless.

The more time he spent with her, the more he fell for her all over again. It was like falling in love for the first time, all over again—but this time, there was no magic, no fairy wings. Just two people finding solace in each other’s company.

One afternoon, as they sat together on the bench, Riwoo asked, “Do you ever feel like... like there’s something you’re missing? Something from your past?”

Y/n paused, her brow furrowing. “Sometimes. I get this strange feeling, like there’s something just out of reach, something important. But I can’t put my finger on it. It’s like... déjà vu, but stronger.”

Riwoo’s heart ached at her words. She didn’t know it, but what she was feeling was the pull of their shared history, the love they had once known. He wanted so badly to tell her the truth, to explain everything, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she was ready.

Instead, he smiled gently and said, “Maybe it’s just life’s way of reminding us that there’s always more to discover.”

Y/n looked at him thoughtfully, her eyes searching his. “You’re different, Riwoo. I feel like I’ve known you forever, even though we’ve only just met.”

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “Maybe we were meant to find each other.”

Y/n smiled softly, her gaze lingering on him. “Maybe.”

<3>

As the weeks turned into months, Riwoo’s feelings for Y/n deepened, but he never pushed her to remember. He was content to love her as she was now, human and whole, even if she never recalled their past. But one evening, as they sat watching the sunset, Y/n turned to him, her expression serious.

“Riwoo,” she began hesitantly, “I’ve been having these dreams lately. They feel so real, but they don’t make sense. I’m... I’m in a different place, with wings, and there’s this glowing light. And you’re there, too. You’re always there.”

Riwoo’s breath caught. Could it be?

“What do you think it means?” Y/n asked, her voice tinged with confusion and hope.

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “Maybe... maybe it means that some things are never truly forgotten.”

Their eyes met, and for the first time, Riwoo saw a flicker of recognition in her gaze—a spark of the Y/n he had once known. His heart swelled with hope. Maybe, just maybe, their love was too strong to be erased, too powerful to be confined by the rules of fate.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a golden glow, Riwoo whispered, “I think we were always meant to find each other, Y/n. In every life.”

Y/n smiled, a single tear slipping down her cheek, and as she leaned closer, Riwoo knew that no matter what came next, their love would endure.

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