Fate Twist at Early Childhood

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, Ara, who seemed like a 2-year-old baby girl bouncing on a woman's lab, who was the mother of the 5-year-old little boy, Dae-Seong.

He had been settled on the seat between that little girl's parents while his father was in charge of driving the car.

Ara's eyes glowed differently than others. That was glittering as if it would melt even the coldest person. Her eyelashes were dark black, which made her eyes more elegant.

The two families bloomed with a smile as they had a nice talk with each other.

Dae-Seong stood up by pressing his feet on the seat as Ara's father held his hip to block 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 the little girl's gaze fell on him.

"Just stay there!" His father ordered

Naughty Dae-Seong pouted in anger, gripped the head of his father's seat, and wiggled it.

"Dae-Seong, Don't be like that!" Ara's father warned softly, but he didn't listen to them.

Ara also raised her baby voice at him, saying, "Don't, brother. Dad can't drive properly!"

He didn't mind her either; he raised his feet and put them between two front seats. But it touched the gear accidentally and pushed it forward. Because of that, the car moved faster.

Unfortunately, his frightened father couldn't pull back the gear, and frustrated, he forgot about pressing the brake pedal.

He twirled the steering wheel to the other side with his full force, but a truck popped up.

He ended up twirling it back to its original position.

"Papa!"

"Look!"

"Be careful!"

They were all startled.

Dae-Seong's mother covered that little girl in her arms instantly after realising that they were going to hit the other car that was coming towards them.

Ara's father and mother covered Dae-Seong in their arms.

As for Dae-Seong's father, After confirming that he had no choice but to hit, he blocked his wife's head from getting hit when 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 the opposite car pumped each other. The glasses were scattered on the clean road as if it were a terrific accident.

Dae-Seong's father's hand fractured while it was holding his wife's head from getting hurt. Dae-Seong's mother, who held the little girl upright, Her lazy eyes looked at all of them as she bled on the side of her head.

That little girl seemed like she had no breath; she was in her arms like a dead person, while Dae-Seong and that little girl's father and mother were bleeding a lot.

Dae-Seong was also slightly coughing as his elbow bled, and his mother turned to his side only to find out he was tightly held by Ara's parents.

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

[18 years later]

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

A 22-year-old elegant, thin-figured girl was sitting alone at the cashier's table. Even if she looked beautiful, there were two to four rips on her grey T-shirt, and the dirt on her white skirt collapsed to its original colour.

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

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 staring at the message on the patch list.

"But love?" She sighed at the phone, her lower voice dimming even more.

Ara was her name. She was an early 22-year-old orphan and the owner of the so-called "Reinvention of the Heart book store" in Seoul, South Korea.

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

One year ago

In the darkroom, where all the windows were 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. It was her text; they were the only ones in that contact.

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

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

It was her text, saying, "Do you love me?"

"Did you ever love me?"

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

She embarrassedly looked at his reply and said, "This is my fault that I've asked like this."

"Oh, shit!" She threw it on the table and covered her face with a bed sheet.

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

Suddenly, Ara woke up and hissed. "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 lying on the bed with her body facing the ceiling, lifting her phone straight up to her face as her phone's display faced her, and she mumbled, "Am I doing shit? Am I disturbing him again?" She talked to her phone by sending 'hi' to the liar again.

She put it away, closed her eyes, and bit her lip anxiously.

"Peep!"

She took it. 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 slammed her cheek to check if it was a dream or real, because it was the first time after a long gap of caring about her. She glanced at it again. "It is real!" she shouted.

She simply replied, "Yes."

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

Meanwhile, she fell asleep without turning off her phone screen.

The wall clock showed 11 o'clock.

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

She got annoyed after realising there was no message from him.

"If they don't have feelings, why do they need to 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, twisting her head.

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

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 every social media platform, 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 confidently.

"Goodbye!" She said this, failing to blink as she kept frowning at the phone with the fire burning in her eyes.

Meanwhile...

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

"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, looking at the ceiling with a long face and moaning, "At least, can you bring a customer to my store? the only one." She requested 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 described him as rich in 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 made his way 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 stopped 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 exactly like her bias, Do-Yun from the FFB boy band, waving her hand instead of saying the price of the book.

He pulled down his hat to hide his eyes in front of her and changed his voice slightly: "How much is this?"

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

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

She mumbled, while he was taking 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 scattered over their touching fingers.

He said politely, "Thank you."

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

He took back his book and asked into the phone, "Hyung, where are you?"

Then he looked at the door side. It was a black luxury-brand car.

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 rushed to her store, made a noise, shook Ara's shoulder, and asked, "Which book did he buy?"

Her unconscious right hand raised slowly and pointed out the action/adventure layer. But her eyes were still in shock, and she didn't even shake a little.

Those five girls ran over to that side, took all of the leftover books, put the money on her unmoved palm, and folded her wrist to hold the money. Then they left happily, while Ara was still in shock. The money fell to the ground as her wrist opened itself.