3 years later
I walked alone in the city of Seoul. Wandering around what has happened here. It looked kinda different when I left. I still have those painful memories of love. I don't feel the pain anymore, but the memories still remains. I don't remember their names, faces, even the guy I'm always with. But everyone of these people in my memories seem like good people, a little I guess.
"Young girls and boys, if you ever meet somebody, and your heart pounds, hands shake, and your knees go weak, that is not the one. When you meet your soulmate, you'll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation." A man in the streets said to an audience.
Heart pound?
Hands shake?
Knees go weak?
I feel like that has happened to me before, but when? Why did I feel them? I have found the wrong person who's not my soulmate? Who?
As I kept walking, I suddenly bumped into someone. I didn't look at the person, I was too busy thinking. Then the same person grabbed my hand.
"Irene?" he said.
I pulled away my hand, gave him a look. What a strange dude, how the heck does he know my name? As I left, he suddenly hugged me. "Get off me! Don't fucking touch me!" What the hell. "Sir, I think you got the wrong girl." I walked away. "Fucking weird perv." I mumbled.
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- MaiLaim
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Don't Let Go || m.t
FanfictionA sequel to "Hold My Hand" I was told that if you meet somebody that makes your heart pound, hands shake, and knees go weak. That is not the one. When you meet your soulmate, you'll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation. And my heart did pound, my ha...
