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four

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I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
HUMBLE | KENDRICK LAMAR
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Four

Yong had asked me if I believed in reincarnation on one of our meetings. I told her that reincarnation was another religion humanity had released in order to sooth their boredom. I'd never seen her laugh so openly. But most of the stories she had told me had always been of her laughing, so it was nice to see it myself for once.

I had been eager to meet her all week because I wanted to continue the story. I had so many questions to ask;

Had she really been born with the scar?

Why did they cry that day?

What was Eamon running from?

Among many questions, those were the ones I wanted the answers to the most. But she had started talking about beliefs? Sometimes when I talked to her I wondered if she had any mental illness, I wondered if she had secretly escaped from a mental facility.

I had even gone far enough to look in the wanted section on newspapers. But I always found nothing, when I searched her name, I got all types of websites, none that lead me to her though.

"What's religion have to do with any of this?" I asked her.

She got up from her seat and nodded her head outside. I quickly grabbed by recorder and purse and followed her outside. I remember the weather was chilly, spring had come, but winter had left small marks. Snow gathered around the shady areas of the park, on the leaves of the trees, on the flowers around.

The cherry blossom trees gave us a soft cover from the small sunshine that the clouds didn't cover. It was a cold spring that year.

"The scar. I got it during a spring night." she whispered, her eyes dancing around the flowers.

A chuckle escaped my lips, I was getting used to her being so random. I decided not to respond, instead, we kept walking in silence.

"You know in my past life I was Japanese." she remarks.

I look at her, not knowing what to say. Finally, this had been something I wasn't prepared with. She must be crazy I thought. "You believe in reincarnation then?" I decided to say.

"I sound crazy, I know. But even though I can't look any less Japanese now, I was back then. I even had the same name, Yong." she snickered, "It's not even a Japanese name."

Talking to her so often had made me realize that I wasn't ever going to be able to have a normal conversation with her. So I played her game. "How do you know you were Japanese? Can you tell me what I was then?"

"White, you couldn't have been whiter." she laughed again.

That day was the weirdest day. That day couldn't have been any more strange. "How do you know?" I repeated.

"Because we knew each other in our past life. We were all really close friends."

"We who?"

"You, Eamon, and me. You were a writer back then too, but you died before you finished writing this."

By that time, I was frustrated, to say the least. I felt like I had wasted by days talking to a delusional person. I could have covered at least two stories with the time I spent with her. There's a feeling that's often disregarded. The feeling of time. Of regret.

My life I'd grown up knowing the truth of life. The truth that life was meant to be lived with the least amount of regrets. Not the most amount of money, love, recognition, but the least amount of regret.

So there I was regretting the time I had spent with a mental patient. If I wanted fictional stories I'd go to a library and read one. I'd go to an elementary school and talk to the students. I'd even rather go to a politician and ask about all the dirty things they did.

"Yong, if you're playing games with right now, I swear I will-"

"Just hear me out, please. It's the story of the scar, I promise it's- it's real. I promise I'm not making it up. You'll remember it too, all it takes is one memory of the past before they all start pouring in." she begged me. She even stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, grabbing my hand.

She had gotten me. I sighed and gave in. I'll write a fictional story about a rich deranged girl. "Alright. Tell me about our life then. I'll listen to it all." 

AN | I had finals. That's my excuse. So I decided to bless you with two posts. Sorry and your welcome my lovlies. I promise to take some time to respond to your comments. I just have had the most busy summer ever and it's driving me crazy. 

I lah you for reading my shit. Here's a sexy gif of a sexy Korean. 

Ah shit I think I need some holy water.