Stranger

I.

-JENNIE-

Verona, Italy.

The most romantic place on Earth. Where Romeo and Juliet met and fell in love.

I'm such a sucker for plays and novels and to say that Romeo and Juliet was the best play for me is an understatement. I get that most people don't like it because it's just another cheesy star crossed lovers who dumbly killed themselves for love and yes, I might love the play but that part irked me as well.

But what draws me to the story was their strong will to pursue what they want despite the hindrances, it's empowering for me and it gives me courage to just do the same... to do what I want despite the odds.

A taste of freedom, that's what I truly desire. But being the only heir to a textile industry's biggest corporation, a simple freedom doesn't eventually just exist.. at least not for me.

But I believe in goodness and waiting patiently for something you truly wanted, I did just that and my dearest old daddy eventually gave in to my wish of travelling alone.

I've waited for years, and not just till I turn 18. I literally waited for 5 more years after I turned that age and at first, I was starting to be hopeless, but it was meant for me and so it came... no matter how long it took.

Verona, Italy.

The first on my list.

I wandered around the old streets, looking at the fine architecture that somewhat felt like home. If I had a choice of moving away from Seoul, Verona would definitely where I'll be. I always had a thing for small cities, I believe that people living there always have a tight bond with each other.

After all, who wouldn't want your neighbor knocking at your doorsteps and handing you a pot of hot chicken porridge if you're sick, or baby sitting a next door neighbor's kids while they go to their scheduled monthly date.

It was all so perfect. I was easily pleased with life and I find the little things worthy of being romanticized.

I've read somewhere that life has always been boring, cruel, unfair, and dwelling with those not only drowns and exhausts you but also makes your life miserable.

You, finding joy in the little things that happens in your life is the only way that will make your life be more meaningful, to be more comfortable in your own skin and to feel more alive.

I was blabbing.

Most definitely, for all these emotions i'm feeling are from being so overwhelmed by the beauty i'm witnessing. I think I'm hypersensitive, I searched for it on the internet and that perfectly describes me.

Highly sensitive person, or HSP. It was a trait, so they say. It's being deeply moved by something that normally ordinary people wouldn't care much about.

I've been deeply affected both by bright and dim lights, strong and faint scents, music, words, poetry and much, much more.

It makes me feel nostalgic, makes me feel deeply moved. It was too much at times, for I'm an over thinker too, and both of them is a deadly combination.

Maybe that's why i'm sometimes melancholic, out of nowhere. Perhaps it's because of the cold wind blowing on my skin or a sad tune. The best part of it however, is being able to tell a person's feelings even before they could say a word.

*thud*

"Sorry." I murmured, looking at a tall blonde woman who I bumped into.

"It's not a big deal, bella." The beautiful girl with a somehow familiar feature and a strong accent smiled softly at me.

"You look..." I found myself entranced at how her eyes twinkle whenever she smiles.

"Korean?" She arched her brow and I breathlessly nodded.

"Yes, yes I am." She smiled, extending her hand.

"I'm Chaeyoung, Park Chaeyoung. People here call me Rosie." Replied the blonde Juliet.

Juliet.

Speaking of Juliet, I forgot how Juliet looked like. My mind is a complete mess right now, and I don't know if Shakespeare somehow described Juliet's feature in his novel but the only thing that i'm sure of is that, if Juliet were to be real and alive at this moment, this lovely lady right here would be her.

My own version of Juliet.

"Um.. what's your name?" Rosie, the blonde beauty who I bumped into, awkwardly retracted her hand and scratched her nape.

Did I perhaps made a fool of myself? I snapped back to reality when I heard the loud honking of a car behind me, I turned to look at the familiar black service car from the hotel, waiting for me.

I should have asked the chauffeur to meet me after an hour instead of thirty minutes, but then again who would I to know that I would be meeting this gorgeous girl...

Speaking of the girl, I turned around to face her and she was still looking at me like I had stolen something priceless from her.

"I have to go.." I mumbled, looking at her in the eyes for the last time before turning around to hop into the car.

"Your name bella! What's your name?" I heard her shouting, her eyes looking at a sign on the car.

But it was too late for me to reply back, for the car easily sped up and all I can see was empty streets.

"Chaeyoung..."

"Park Chaeyoung."

"Juliet."

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