'What kinda life did the real An Chaeyoung have? What kinda life did she live?'
"How does this look?"
Before swinging the door open
She twirled around as the dress billowed with her.
"What do you think?"
A white dress that flowed down to her feet, she looked magnificent in it.
I was stunned, dazed by her beauty for a moment
"Are you getting married?"
"Next"
She slammed the door
I stood there dazed, waiting.
The door opened again
How about this?
She wore a gray shirt with black pants
"This"
"This is perfect"
"Can't I do a little better?"
"Let's get all of them" Pouting, she said
"Now your turn, let's find something for you"
She took my hand and went to the men's section looking for clothes
"ee shirts? No"
"All of your tee shirts look the same, how many of them do you have?"
"2?...3?"
"100… Maybe more"
"I took the crates labeled clothes, they were filled with these shirts, I don't know."
I shrugged.
"Get something new to wear for once, this is eyesore.".
"Now get them out of my sight"
"I can't look at them" she turned away from me.
She went along through the racks of men's clothing, picking a few from them for me to try out, before turning around and calling for help
"Excuse me!"
Immediately a woman showed up who was wearing the store's uniform.
"How may I help you, ma'am?"
"Please Pack this for me and charge this"
She handed over all the clothes to her, ones she had picked for me and hers
"Yes ma'am, right away"
"Ain't I going to try my clothes on?"
I turned towards her.
"No need, Anyways if you tried them on now, I Will have to see them."
"Besides, Let's go," she said with a grin..
"Can you take out my backpack?"
I took out her backpack and handed it over to her
She took out a card from the backpack, Handing over the card at the counter.
"Here, you go"
"Kim Meonjeo" read the attendant behind the counter.
"Kim Meonjeo?"
"That's correct" Chae replied
"Please, sign this" handing over a tablet the store attendant said.
another attendant handing her over the bags, both the attended said
"Thank you ma'am for shopping with us, please come again" in sync
handing her the card.
"Wait a sec, that's my card. How do you have my card?"
"I have your belongings from when you were stabbed" she whispered under her breath.
Putting the card back in her backpack, she handed me all the bags
"Put them in the [Item Box]"
Our fingers intertwined, We both were holding hands. Standing in front of the glass door of the store
She looked at me before saying
"Let's go"
I looked at her, before saying
"Let's go"
We both faced the door.
Looking at the crowded street, The people on the street walk by beyond the glass panel between us.
As the door opened, The silence inside the store got overshadowed by the chatter and noises of the outside.
Stepping forward first she turned towards me, leading me through the door.
As I stepped forward and stood beyond the door, it was an entirely different place, we were not on the street.
"We have Ditched them, Now they can't hear us."
"Let's continue from where we left off"
I looked around me, my childhood room.
"I have a lot of memories here"
Picking up a picture from the desk, I looked at it.
"The family picture from back then."
"See this?"
She kept listening to me, intrigued.
"This is my Mom"
Pointing at her in the picture,
"This is my Dad"
Pointing at him in the picture,
"This is my Brother"
"This is me"
Pointing at us.
Putting the picture back
"This is the bed i slept in and this is my brothers bed"
Pointing at the beds.
The room was on the first floor of our house back then, two beds were next to the walls on each side separating them, in the middle of the two beds was a window from where plenty of sunlight came in and below it was a night stand.
My brother's bed was on the left side and mine was on the right, although the room was small it was plenty of space for us little kids back then.
The door was on my brother's side, So when someone came in it was his bed first then mine, there were two desks at the end of the room, where we had a family photo of our own each at our desk.
We slept facing the desks, head towards the window, feet towards the desk.
I held the door knob firmly before twisting it clockwise, with a creaking sound the door opened ajar. I pushed the door with my right hand,
That door had a unique quirk to it, that door opened outwards not into the room. I don't know if my parents made it like that or it came like that with the house.
Bright light, 'blinding.'
'What is this?'
"This is from your memories, This is my dimension"
"Sorry"
"I don't have the rest of the memories of the house, this is all you had back then"
"The listening device won't work in my dimension and they can't follow us here. So, I came here to ditch them"
"I am sorry"
Turning back towards An Chaeyoung
"An Chaeyoung tell me something"
"Yes"
"An Chaeyoung, What kind of life you had?"
"Systems are not an existence that is bound by life and death, they just exist till they perish or is consumed by another system"
"Not you, i mean the real An Chaeyoung who died, the one whose name you carry on"
An Chaeyoung looked upset,
With a snap of her finger the room changed,
A dark room, only visible light was from a computer screen that glowed brightly. A document on it, in big letters on the screen read, "Game Over".