falling in love with someone is a crazy feeling. whether it's forbidden, complicated, or a secret, we can't do anything about it. but Jisung? he couldn't be crazier for falling for someone who has died decades ago! It all started when he first visit...
I like riding most early in the morning. You can see the dew on the morning grass, the sun is just coming up and it seems like the whole world is slowly coming to life. I also like it, as I see a few people around and sometimes I like the solitude. It helps me think and clear my head. With the wedding and its corresponding plans, I need time to think.
It is Wednesday morning, June 2nd, 1869 and it's before 6 in the morning. I'm heading home from another one of my morning rides. It had rained the night before and the morning and the air had an even fresher smell than normal. I've been thinking about Jisung this morning and could not hide my excitement that He is attending the party on Saturday evening. Normally I would have spent time at the party with Jun, but he's already indicated that he has business to catch up on and cannot attend.
I look forward to not only seeing Jisung perform but to spend more time with him and get to know him more. The more I know about him, the more mysterious He seems to become. The more mysterious He seems to become, the more I want to know about him.
As I rode my horse slowly through the woods back to home, I soon came across Jisung's cabin. I could have taken several ways home, but I find myself going past Jisung's most often.
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I rode past and wonder what He was doing. Is He still asleep or getting ready for his day? Such a silly thing to wonder about. Today, my curiosity got the best of me. I quieted my horse as I approached the cabin then hitched the horse where it couldn't be seen from any of the windows.
Feeling nervous and giddy, I dismounted and slowly approached his bedroom window. I know what I was doing was wrong, but I just had to know something. The Cabin itself had heavy woolen curtains and I may be able to see nothing if they are drawn. Creeping, I slowly made it to his bedroom window. I couldn't help it - I was just too eager to see him, his face, and my intentions are good.
The closer I got to the window, the more I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Fortunately, the curtains were just ever so slightly apart. Peering in, it took me a second for me to be able to see.
There He was, still dressed in his night-shirt. Beautiful was the word that immediately sprung into my mind. Feeling guilty and thrilled at the same time, I seeked him pulling a dress out of the dresser and hold it up.
I knew He could spot me at any time, but still, I kept watching. Maybe that was part of why I was doing this; the risk of being discovered. Yeah, It's quite obvious I'm eager for his attention. I can't remember feeling more alive than I did at that moment.
