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Lee Da Yeol 


Just then when I was about to touch the portrayal with my bare hand, it was grabbed by someone. I turned my head to look and it was none other than that boy.

"You know that you are not allowed to be here, right?" He sounded so annoyed, anger and something else I could say was irritation.

I took my hand away from his grip and rubbed it, his hold was tight then I expected it to be.

"Sorry." I said lighting bowing in his direction.

He sighs."It's fine,.... if it's you." He said slowly moving his eyes from me to the portrayal.

I was quite confused by his words,by shaked it off later.

"Do you know who this boy is?" I asked pointing at the same little boy whose shoulder was hold tightly.

"Him?" He said looking at me then moving to the boy.

I blinked as an yes.

 "Me." He said his facial expression looked blank as a blank canvas which was abandoned by someone to not be painted.

I blinked. 

"You?" I was quite taken back,"him" out of all people was the boy.

"Yes, why jealous I am quite handsome even as a child?" He said teasily in my direction.

What is up with this guy, does he have a mood swing disease or what?

"Why will I be, huh?" I said awfully judging the boy. 

But really this boy has the beauty of an angel but has an awful personality of the devil.

 A devil in disguise.

 I shook my head in disbelief. He is unbelievable , was the only thing I told my mind about. Then a present was felt as if someone was watching me, my eyes shifted to the woman who was near the door, she looked quite familiar as if she....

" Lee... Da Yeol ..." She said.

She...she was my mom...

"Mom..." I ran towards her and hugged her. This is it I got here after all, in past life atleast.

"mom...." I said crying hard, I can't believe she is here with me and...

.... dad. wait where is he?

"mom...dad...where is he?" 

I lifted my head in search of dad. Where is he? After all the drowning I am worried sick for him. I also want him this time.

"Dad.." I called.

At that moment I saw him coming from the door, I hugged him. God, I don't want him to be alone again, cause of that drowning.




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