Memories Of The Alhambra

Memories Of The Alhambra (P3)

ParkShinHye POV:

All my life I always did what I was told, I followed the rules & I have never broken or disobeyed any rule that may parents had given me. I guess you could almost call me "a goody two shoes". However today was different. For the first time in my life I was going to break all the rules. In my life I have tolerated so many thing & people but today was different. I guess you can almost say I had enough. "I was a volcano always waiting to erupt and at last I finally did". I tolerated my parents especially for so many years they have said things that made me mad, angry, cry etc. They have made me go through all sorts of emotions my entire life but i could tolerate them cause I kept telling myself they are my "parents". All the things they have done is because they "care, love&cherish me and they want me to have a better life. However, today those words soon came to haunt me. I soon realised how much of a fool I am "my parents don't care or love me". In fact they were just waiting for the one perfect moment to get rid of me "toss me away like trash". That's why they were so quick into marrying me off to a stranger. I never wanted nor thought of running away in my entire like until today. So I did.....

Part2
I made my journey to Spain. I went to Spain with just my clothes and a few cash I had earned from my part time job nothing else. I didn't even have a plan, I didn't know where I was staying for the next couple days, if I can even afford living here and worst of all I didn't even speak their language. I speak Korean. I could also speak a little English but I didn't even know if that will be much of help. All I knew is that I had to get away as far as I can from my parents and go somewhere far they can't find me. "Dramatic much?" YES!! But I could no longer be around them "I could even runaway and live at the desert" if that means I could be away from them.

After arriving at Spain I spent half of the day trying to adapt to the new environment, just walking around looking at clothes and food. When I say "looking" I literally meant "looking" "I was window shopping without the buying". You know what they say "There is nothing with window shopping as long as you don't buy". Luckily, when I was walking around I passed through a hostel that was being rented. I called the number that was written on the piece of paper & I told the landlord lady that I was interested in renting it. She sounded really shocked that someone actually wanted to rent it. When she told me the price even that made me also shocked it was so cheap even hostels back at home (in Korea) were not that cheap. However, I soon came to understand why she was shocked and to why it was so cheap "rumour has it that the hostel was haunted". A couple people complained about seeing ghosts. That's why the rent was so cheap, no one wanted to live there however, I was so desperate that I didn't care where I sleep as long as it was "safe, indoors and cheap". Don't get me wrong the hostel not only was it haunted, it was dirty "the landlord Lady said people that used to live here were so untidy they never cleaned". That didn't bother me because with my "OCD" I knew I will get this place looking brand new again".

The NextDay I went to the shops to do some grocery shopping and stuff to that I could use to keep the hostel. After the shopping fee I knew I had to look for a job as soon as possible if I wanted to "survive" so I went on a job hunt. I tried & asked for jobs everywhere that you could think off however they was "no luck". I thought to myself "I my being punished for disobeying parents?". But I didn't do anything wrong "I said to myself". Almost when I was to give up, I got a train from the city going back to Carlelo were my hostel was. While in the train I happen to sit next to the most "handsome, good looking guy" I have ever seen. That's because that was the last sit left "even if that wasn't the last sit left I would have still tried to sit next him". LOL!! "I know I said I wasn't looking for love or relationships but he was an expectation". I couldn't figure out his origin thou he didn't look Spanish, he looked a bit "Korean" like me mixed some "European features".

While sat next to him, I had him on the phone speaking to someone in Korean.
"Sarrangheyo" I knew he was one of my people!!.I turned around to him and asked him where is was from?" It turned out I was correct. He was indeed correct that he was Korean. In case your wondering his name is "HyunBin". After this we got close he started asking me questions to which I asked him questions also in returned. We spoke back & forth till the conversation got personal. I found myself opening up to a stranger "something I even struggled to do with my own parents". I found myself telling him my whole life to even to why I "ran away from home". We spoke about everything my parents, my arranged marriage, my struggle finding a job etc. The journey back to my hostel was 2 hours. He (HyunBin) sat in the train with me for 2 hours listening to my story I didn't even ask when or where he was stopping. He sat there listening "something my own parents never did". Meeting HyunBin was like "fate" it's was as if we were meant to meet and I knew that won't be the last time either"!....

To be continued...