Chapter 337
Am I dreaming? Or I went back to my present life? What is happening to me?
I tried to open my eyes, and I saw Quinn .
Quinn!
Oh, I want to hug him . . . But why does my body not moving at all?
Please, I want to hold him! I screamed inside my head .
Quinn is looking at me . But there is sadness in his eyes while staring at me . Sometimes he opens his mouth but I cannot hear a thing .
Quinn, I am here . Can you hear me? Please, hold me . I beg inside my head once again, but he seems doesn't hear me .
Then I woke up .
And I woke up in the same room .
In the same room, I don't want to go back again . I am still here; I told myself . And I sighed .
I dragged my body to get off from the bed . I have to prepare for supper . I wanted to go somewhere after then . And so, I used the cooking book Levi gave me .
I choose the easiest way . After then, I set up the food on the table and left . In cases, it will rain later, I wore a hoodie already . I have to make sure that Quinn would not recognize me . Maybe there are chances we cross the path and I will mess up this lifetime . I need to avoid doing that .
But as days passed which I haven't noticed, I never saw him again . Strange . But then, I presume he is in Italy . The book mentioning him going back and forth in Paris and Italy . Should I go to Hungary and look for Lady Isabella?
But what reason should I tell Uncle Martin? Besides, I didn't know what Lady Isabella looked like?
I sighed as I seated on this cold staircase of this Palace staring at the Eiffel Tower . These stairs . This is the steps where I lost consciousness and that is the beginning of this shifting bodies, or soul . I don't know what to call this anyway .
'Quinn . . . I missed you already . How many days I must wait until we will be together again?'
I was looking down at the book I am reading when tears fall on the paper . I can not hold . And, so I pretend that I was crying because of the book I am reading .
I think these are new facts for me . If you can't hold your tears when you were in a crowded place, a book is a great help to hide your real emotion . But make sure it is a kind of book with has drama genre and not a book of comedy .
It surprised me when a handkerchief handed to me . Who might it be? It tempted me to look up but why I am scared?
I was looking at the hand and my chest throbs .
This can't be!
Now tears flooded my cheeks . This hand is like Quinn . It was him?
Quinn . . . my heart longing for him .
I took the handkerchief . The scent was even the same as my Quinn . The Cologne he was using is the same! He is definitely the same Quinn . Even though he is not my Quinn, but the difference is: I was not living in this life but someone like me who belongs to him .
And he belonged to her and not me .
No . This is not right . I should not think too much of the Quinn from this time . It only makes me missing Quinn that I began wishing he is my Quinn . I could hear my sobs that even getting louder . I was glad when suddenly a heavy rain now pouring down the sky . I was happy the sky was siding me .
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