Timeless - Mark Tuan

Chapter 37

Mark

Everything is like 'deja vu' to me. It's like I've been in this kind of situation before. My mom said I could've just dreamed all of it. I'm a warlock, after all. 

I've been having really weird dreams since my eighteenth birthday. They said a lot of witches and warlocks can foresee what is coming. 

Like how I knew all along we were going to move to Korea. Or ... how I knew my dad's business partner's son's name is Jackson. Or how I knew they would be introducing a girl for me to marry pretty soon. And with that, how I knew exactly what to tell my mom so she would delay that arrangement. 

But, there were some details in my dreams that weren't really clear. Literally hazy, you might say. There's this girl who's ... how would I say this ... ghostly???? She would be in most of my dreams. I know she's there, but, she's like .... transparent???? I don't know. She would talk at times ... more like whisper. But, I hear her still. She'd say three sentences in every dream I have of her; Wait for me. I'll find you again, Mark. I love you.

No matter how hard I try to understand what she's saying, I couldn't. I mean ... I understand what those sentences mean. But, why is she telling me those? However, whenever she says them, my chest tightens and I wake up with tears down my cheeks. 

I've described her to Jackson and to all our friends, hoping they know her, or have seen anyone like her. Unfortunately, that started their nonstop teases. 

"You're just making up excuses for being a fuckboy."

"That doesn't mean you have to bang all the girls that look like her, does it?"

"And if we find her for you, what then?"

Alright! Fine! I've had a pretty fair share of girls. But, none I've taken seriously. I don't know why. It's not that I'm looking for someone that would be exactly like the girl in my dreams. However, when I get up the next day, with all the alcohol gone from my body, and I stare at the girl laying on the bed next to me, my heart doesn't do anything ... not even a skip ... nothing. Even the pretty sleeping face doesn't move me. Maybe it did when I was drunk the night before. Not like how my heart would stop beating, or when my mouth would go dry and I couldn't speak when I want to tell her something, or how everything else disappears whenever that girl appears in my dreams. None of that happens to me in the real world. 

Crazy right? Yeah ... that's how I've been for the past years. Not only have I been seeing and hearing her in my dreams, I'd also sometimes imagine her with me on bed ... with the sounds she make that drive me insane, with her flawless naked body, her pink, moist lips on mine, and me deep inside her as she calls my name over and over. 

FUCK! Why would I be thinking about her at a time like this? 

I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of that girl, as I make my way through the late night traffic of the city towards the club JB wants us to meet. He's contacted all the boys to drink since he's been gone on a vacation in a different country for two months ... with that girl he met in one of his conquests a week before that. 

Since my dad let me off work rather late, plus my mom insisted that we had dinner together, Jackson has been annoyingly calling me for the past hour, asking me what time I'd be getting there. 

I don't answer it when it sounds off again. I'm already at the parking lot, trying to squeeze my car in the empty space beside JB's. I put my phone in my pocket and walk to the club. It's already packed when I get in and I head to the VIP area where I know I would find them. Yugyeom spots me first. 

"Mark. Over here." He shouts through the loud music. 

Jackson puts his phone down when he sees me, too, and my phone stops vibrating. I glare at his grinning face and sit on the couch, resting my aching head on the back and closing my eyes.