✧ Goblin: The Lonely and Great God fan fiction - Yoo Deok Hwa ✧
Growing up as the adopted daughter of the goddess of birth and fate, Oon Rae-yeon has always believed in destiny - every aspect of her life transfixed into one permanent story. Plots ca...
A woman with ivory skin and tall frame is running, her low bun almost falling off in her swift movements. She looks behind her every now and then with worried eyes to make sure that she's lost them, whoever she's been running away from. A child is in her arms, wrapped in thick layers of cotton blankets and folded sweaters, crying to her mother for reasons I will never know. I can now see the woman in a closer perspective and she has hazelnut eyes that are as soft and bright as the candytufts during summer, but lips, dry and barren from the cold. We are in a wheat field and I hear voices of animosity and rage getting closer and steps getting heavier. She whispers gently to the child, shushing and calming her down.
I had this same dream when I was seven, then when I was fourteen, and back then, the woman stops running and leaves the child to a silhouetted figure and whispers "I'll be back." But today, she wraps her arms tighter around the baby, careful that she might break the little bones, but cautious that she might loosen her hold. Then, with glassy eyes and wet cheeks, she whispers, "I am back."
Streams of light are now coming out from every corner. I am waking up.
"Raeyeon-a,"a familiar voice breathes into my left ear. "I know I don't say this to you a lot, and whenever I do, it's always taken out of context. You always think I'm joking, but-"
A curtain slides open. I pretend to stay asleep.
I feel half of Tae-hee's weight off my bed, his friendly warmth leaving my body. Heavy footsteps followed and a soft huff of relief.
"You're not allowed here. Family members only." Tae-hee's voice is deeper than usual, slicing through the tensioned air.
"And you are family?" My eyes are still closed, but I can recognize the voice coming from the other man. Puerile and mocking, yet sometimes, astonishingly convincing. Yoo Deokhwa.
"No," Tae-hee replies. There was a pause, and I can now vividly hear the buzz of sweet "how are you"s and distant cries of pain. A set of wheels pass by and my entire body is wrapped around mechanical beeping sounds. I am in a hospital. "But I've been taking care of Rae-yeon-ah ever since we were kids. It is my duty to stay here. Not yours."
The last two words felt fatal, cutting through the rigidity like two knives in one blow.
"You don't know who you're talking to," Deokhwa counters. His were snakes hiding in the shadows, waiting hungrily. If Tae-hee has no idea he's arguing with a chaebol heir, then Deokhwa has also no idea he's arguing with a five-time baseball state champion with perfect curveball pitches. I need to wake up for real this time.
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An infuriated sigh escapes from Tae-hee. "Sure, I don't know who I'm talking to, and I don't care. All I wanna know is what you did to her."
"I didn't do anything to her." Deokhwa has that same enigmatic voice I heard back in the restaurant, but this time more subtle, more faint, whispering back to the dead air. I have to wake up.
