"Ide."
The name rolled off her tongue so smoothly and naturally that it even stunned her for a moment.
The dream flashed back from her memories — the one where she still remembered the guy. His face had never appeared clearly in her vision, but his eyes — cold, yet warm and gentle — had never left her memory.
"Ide, can we have a picture together?"
"Only if you promise to be my girlfriend now and wife later."
Arwen still felt her cheeks flush, remembering it. She never forgot that dream. Not because she felt it was silly to imagine something like that, but because it felt too real to be just a dream.
Could it not just be the dream?
She gazed back at the page of the diary. Given that there did exist the name, Ide —this has to be real. Or else, how could a name from her memory align so appropriately with someone she mentioned in her diary?
But if there was someone who existed, how did she forget him?
Her brows tugged in a frown realizing — what she had been seeing in her dreams was not some absurd imagination, but a part of her reality that she had forgotten without leaving any trace behind.
But how could she just forget something like that?
And if she did, why did no one or nothing make her ever feel she missed something major?
The more she thought, the weirder it felt. Because if she has forgotten something, she should have known. People around her would tell her, or maybe she would feel a part of her missing.
But nothing like that felt, until very recently.
Could there be something that she had been missing?
The thought made her stomach twist, but with her hands on the diary, she felt that there could be more clues she could find ... maybe after she read it fully.
With that thought, she was about to flip another page, but a voice from a distance made her pause.
"Moon!"
She glanced up and her brows jutted with surprise, finding Aiden standing at the door. "You ... wait, how did you come here?"
Aiden noted the surprise across her expression, and he stepped in casually, letting the door fall closed behind him. "Well, I dropped by my car when I found out that my wife hadn’t gotten off her work yet."
Before Arwen could say anything, his gaze dropped to her desk, checking the small diary lying in front of her. A subtle layer of confusion flickered in his gaze, and he asked, "What is it that’s keeping you so engrossed?"
Although he had not let it appear on his face earlier, he had noted well how she looked absorbed in whatever she was reading. She had barely sensed him coming in, and it was only when he called her name, did she look his way.
"Isn’t this your first time appearing at my workplace? Won’t you tell me how you thought of dropping by?" she asked, tucking away the diary back into her drawer.
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