Through The Berry Bushes (Oneshots Collection)

Remnants (Pham Hanni )

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Pham Hanni had lived for centuries, watching the world evolve, change, and decay while she remained unchanged. Immortality had become both a gift and a curse, especially when it came to the one person who had made her existence bearable. She'd met L/n Y/n countless times, in countless lives, yet each time, he never remembered her. Each time, she vowed to stay away, but the pull-the connection-was always too strong.

And yet here they were again.

Hanni sat at the far end of the coffee shop, her gaze following Y/n as he ordered his drink. He looked like he always did-different in some ways, but unmistakably him. He had the same warm smile, the same gentle energy that had drawn her to him all those centuries ago. Only this time, something was different.

She felt it. The air around him seemed heavier, charged with an energy she couldn't quite place. It was as if fragments of their past lingered in the space between them, invisible yet tangible. But Hanni dismissed the thought. She had learned not to expect anything different. He was just another reincarnation. He wouldn't remember her. He couldn't.

Y/n, however, was not as clueless as Hanni believed.

He sat at a table, his eyes occasionally flickering toward her. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about her that felt deeply familiar. The moment he saw her, a rush of fragmented images filled his mind. A wedding under the stars, the warmth of her hand in his, the devastating memory of dying in her arms. None of it made sense, but the emotions were undeniable. As he sipped his coffee, Y/n wrestled with the strange familiarity. He had no logical explanation for it, but he knew her-he was sure of it.

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The memories felt like a distant dream-fragments of a time when the world was simpler, untouched by the weight of centuries. Hanni could almost hear the echo of laughter carried by the breeze, see the familiar smile of a boy who once meant everything to her. The warmth of those days lingered in her heart like sunlight on a fading summer afternoon, but now, as she stood on the edge of eternity, it all seemed so far away. Still, the memory of their childhood-of Y/n-remained vivid, untouched by the passage of time.

Hanni and Y/n had grown up together in a village that defied the rigid hierarchies of the outside world. Hanni's family, of noble lineage, ruled with compassion, creating a small utopia where class differences were erased. Her father believed that the value of a person was not defined by birth but by kindness and character, and this belief had shaped the village into a haven of equality and joy. For as long as Y/n could remember, he and Hanni had been inseparable.

While other kingdoms taught discrimination, Hanni's family made sure that their land was a place where everyone lived as equals. Y/n's family, simple farmers, lived humbly but with dignity. They were not treated differently from anyone else, and for this, Y/n was grateful. His family's bond with Hanni's household allowed for moments of shared laughter, community feasts, and a joy that existed nowhere else in the world.