Will Fate Bring Us Back?

A family car rode along the busy highway, where the moon and city lights made their way forward. There were two families in that car. A little girl who seemed like a 2-year-old baby girl bounced on a woman's lap who was the mother of the 5-year-old little boy. He was settled on the seat between that little girl's parents, as his father was in charge of driving the car.

That 2-year-old baby girl's eye seemed different from others, and that shone as it melted the cold person. Her eyelashes are dark black, which made her eyes more elegant.

The two families bloomed with a smile as they had a nice talk with each other. That little boy stood up by putting his feet on the seat as that baby's father held his hip to save him from falling. "Dad, it's boring to sit with them!"

"I want to sit next to you!" He demanded with a baby-pouted face while that little girl turned to him.

"Just stay there!" His father had ordered.

He pouted in anger and grabbed the head of his father's seat and wiggled it.

"Dae-Seong!"

"Don't be like that!" that little girl's father warned softly.

But he didn't listen to them.

That little girl also raised her baby voice at him: "Don't, brother!"

"Dad can't drive properly!"

He didn't mind her either; he raised his feet and put it between the two front seats, but it touched the gear and pushed forward. Because of that, the car moved faster. Unfortunately, his frightened father couldn't pull back the gear and forgot about pressing the brake pedal.

He twirled the steering wheel to the other side with his full force, but a truck blocked their car from moving forward, so he ended up twirling back to its back position.

They were all startled. The little boy's mother held that little girl into her arms after seeing that they were going to hit the other car that was coming towards them. That little girl's father and mother pulled Dae-Seong inside their arms.

After confirming that he had no choice but to hit, that little boy's father blocked his wife's head from getting hit by the accident while he was about to hit the black car that was coming in front of them. His head pumped on the steering wheel forcefully, and the force pulled him back to the seat as his backside head pumped on that door side as the front sides of this car and that car pumped each other, scattering the glass particles.

Dae-Seong's father's hand fractured while it was holding his wife's head from getting hurt. the woman who held the little girl in her arms uprighted, looked at all of them as she bleed on the side head. That little girl seemed to have no breath; she was in her arms like a dead person while Dae-Seong and that little girl's father and mother bled a lot.

Dae-Seong also slightly coughed as his elbow bled, and his mother turned to his side while he was tightly held by that little girl's parents.

In that other collapsed car, there was a married young woman and a man bleeding a lot from the fainted body, while a little boy whose age was about 3 crawled into the back seat and stood up, crying as he stared at his parents with the blood running down from his head.

[20 years later]

That was a small bookstore named "Reinvention of Heart." That looked like a poor store, but in there, the layers and books were all neatly arranged, and the floors were crystal clear and neat.

A 22-year-old elegant, thin girl was sitting alone at the cashier's table as her elegant, shining iris looked outside of the window, her dark eyelashes blinked. Even if she looked beautiful, there were two to four rips on her grey T-shirt, and the dirt on her white skirt changed its original colour.

A peep sound came from her phone. She took it and looked at it.

It was a message about her degree ceremony. She smirked and said, "The long-awaited day."

"I have a chance to meet him," her disappointed eyes kept looking at the message on the patches list.

"But love?" She sighed at the phone as her lowered voice dimmed even more.

Ara was her name. She was currently in her early 22s, living in an orphanage, and was the owner of the so-called "reinvention of the heart book store" in Korea.

She had an admirably beautiful face and figure. The only bad thing about her was her temper.

[One year ago]

In the night, in a dark room where all the windows are closed, her phone's brightness showed her worried face, and her thumb was scrolling the old text of the contact's name: "liar."

There was no reply from the liar's side of the display. That was her texts were the only ones in that contact.

She kept scrolling down the text slowly, mumbling, "Where did it go wrong?"

After a few seconds of scrolling, her thump stopped scrolling and said, "Here it is."

It was her text. says, "Do you love me?" "Did you ever love me?"

His reply was simply "idk" and "I have no interest in love."

She embarrassingly looked at his reply and said to herself, "It's my fault that I've asked like this."

"Oh, shit!" She put it on the table as it made a sound and covered her face with a bed sheet.

For honesty's sake, she had been getting rejected for the third time by that liar and also got rejected by her school crush once; that was her first love.

Suddenly, Ara woke up. "Oh, sh*t!"

"I forget about my boys," she said, taking her phone back and playing a song from a K-pop boy band group called FFB. She slowly fell asleep as the songs kept playing themselves.

[Six months later]

In the same dark room, she was laying on the bed with her body facing the ceiling. She was lifting her phone straight to her face as her phone's display faced her and mumbled, "Am I doing sh*t?"

"Am I disturbing him again?" She talked to her phone by sending "hi" to the liar again and putting it away, closing her eyes, and getting embarrassed.

A peep sound came immediately, and she took it quickly.

Her pupils got wide, and her eyebrows touched her upper forehead.

"Is this a dream?" She was screaming silently, looking at his reply: "Hi." "Did you have your dinner?"

She slapped her cheek and glanced at it again. "It is real," she shouted.

She replied simply yes.

After that, there was no reply from him. She kept staring at the phone for his message for a long time without even sleeping.

Meanwhile, she had fallen asleep without turning off her phone screen.

The wall clock showed 11 o'clock.

The next morning, the sun peeked through her windows, and she got up, yawned, and squeezed her sleepy eyes. And then, she quickly took her phone and opened the liar's chat.

She got annoyed after realising that there was no message from him. "If they don't have feelings, why do they dig up our excitement?" She cursed at the chat.

She kept yelling at the phone, "I can't take it anymore." "Am I looking like a fool to him?" Her angry fingers typed quickly, "Do you have feelings for me or not?" and threw it on the bed out of anger by twisting her head.

But the peeping sound came immediately, so she jumped on the bed and read the message.

It said, "I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of feeling for you."

She frowned, sighed, and said casually, with a disappointed face, "I expected this."

She deleted his contact shortly, unfriended him on social media, and also deleted her chat account out of anger at him.

"From today on, I'm not going to cry over him." She spoke angrily.

"It is the end," she assured herself confidently.

"Good boy," she said, failing to blink. She kept frowning at the phone as the fire burned in her eyes.

Meanwhile, tears started to pour from her reddish eyes, and she moaned, "Why does no one love me?" She whimpered.

"This is how my one-sided love got destroyed," she said to herself, putting the phone on the cashier's table.

"Even god can't fulfil my wishes."

"Now, I'm faded in the bright sky," she said as she lowered her head and exhaled longer.

There was no customer in her bookstore. She was always alone in her store.

She was looking at the ceiling with a long face and moaning, "At least, can you bring a customer to my store?"

"the only one." She said it empathically.

A few hours later,

She noticed a tall, white young boy enter her store, fully covering his face with a black mask and hat. His jacket expressed him as rich to her eyes.

She got up quickly and moved towards him with a happy face.

"Welcome, sir!"

"What kind of book do you prefer, sir?" She talked nicely to him.

But he was peeking outside often as his feet were unable to stand still. He stood near the action/adventure book section and took one of them in a hurry while she was talking to him.

He showed it to her and said, with his sweet, nice, and clear voice, "I want this."

She topped talking and mumbled, "This feels familiar to me," and looked at his hair. She saw that his eyes were covered suspiciously.

"Can you move your hair?" "You seem familiar to me," she asked as her suspicious mind found that he seemed to like her bias, waving her hand instead of saying the price of the book.

He pulled off his hat to hide his eyes in front of her and asked her, by changing his voice slightly, "How much is this?"

She made a weird face and moved to the cashier's table. He followed her back.

She scanned the book and said, while he was busy calling someone. "5000 won,"

She mumbled while he took money from his wallet and his other hand was busy holding a phone, "I wish I'd stay by his side with this much distance if he were my idol."

Then he handed her the money. At the time, a small, shining particle of stone spread over their touching fingers.

He said politely, "Thank you."

She also bowed back politely and said, "Welcome."

He took back his book and said, "Hyung, where are you?" He hurriedly spoke. Then he looked at the door side. It was a black luxury-brand car.

So, he got in the car quickly, and the car went fast after he locked the car door.

A few seconds later, five schoolgirls were chasing after the car, shouting "Do-Yun Oppa."

Ara was stunned and wide-eyed as she watched him leave the place. Suddenly, that group of five girls came to her store, shook Ara's shoulder, and asked, "Which book did he buy?"

She lifted her right hand slowly and pointed out the action-adventure layer. But her eyes were still in shock, and she didn't even shake a little.

So, those five girls ran over to that side, took all of the leftover books, put the money on her palm, and folded her wrist to hold the money.

Then, they left happily while Ara was still in shock. The money fell on the ground as her wrist opened itself.