Motherly Ghost

Chapter 13

It was one hell of a journey.

Three hours sitting in train, until my shoulders stiffened, muscles became numb. But of course that was only the beginning of my suffering. Afterwards, Seokjin had asked me to take bus, cabs.

All of those efforts, just to see an abandoned building before us under this late evening sky. Considering that it was an abandoned two-storey building, its condition could be deemed as good, since the owner seemingly had left it for years.

"We're here, Mirae. This was where I lived when I was working in Busan," Jin explained, before proceeding to enter the building.

I gulped and nodded as an answer ― which he did not notice ― before going in as well, following him behind with a flashlight on my hand.

We entered through the main entrance, the smell of old furniture suffused my nostrils, the dusty floor and spider webs greeted me. Overall, the house itself was still in good condition for people to live. Maybe a little bit of cleaning and touch up here and there, and it would be fine again.

Seokjin and I climbed upstairs. I carefully tiptoed on the staircases, as for Jin, it was not a matter since he could not touch anything and that meant falling was not in his dictionary.

He led me to this one room, which I assumed was his. He had opened the door for me, letting me get in first before shutting the door. A gust of wind that came from the window swirled inside, sending chills down my spine. I went to the window and closed it, shifting the dusky pink draperies close as well.

"Mirae, here, take a look at this." My eyes followed his voice, focusing on the area where the tip of his finger had guided me afterwards, just to see a pink notebook with a flower drawn on the cover lying above his desk.

"Huh? What the hell is this?" I went to the desk, picking the dusty book, blowing the dust and cleaned it with the hem of my shirt. As I examined it intensely, traces of memory played in my head. The pink notebook was sort of... familiar.

"See the first page, Mirae. This thing is very important to you," Jin told me, and I obeyed his order, flipping to first page of the book.

This diary belongs to:

Byun Mirae!

Then why on earth did he have this? Why I could not remember this until a few seconds ago?

Who's Kim Seokjin to my life?