Daisy Meets Johann's

Chapter 1.4: I Met Him

No vehicles passed this morning. Even when I deliberately observed until about 8 o'clock the sound of the engine was not heard from a distance. Isn't this too weird?

Not at all strange. It's Sunday now. People will stay at home, warm themselves up from the season soon to November and I'm ready with a variety of herbal drinks that at least warm my body, because I can't stand the winter.

Being born in a tropical country does not necessarily make you like a season that you rarely feel. The first time I came to this country, it was early January, I immediately hated winter. My lips were cracked until they were bleeding because it was his fault I did not prepare lipbalm with high moisture content. I do not like to wear makeup equipment until I have none of the products except skin moisturizers to forget that one of them works not only to smooth the face.

This morning it still looks brilliant even in the middle of the fog which makes it look a little somber. The wet streets I could see from the balcony seemed to be glistening with the sunlight. I'd like to go out and visit Matthew's house. There was no other list of names that were at leisure at a time like this other than him.

The hot water that I was snagging earlier started to cool in the red ceramic glass that I placed on the table. I forgot to put tea in it. After cleaning up the room, vacuuming from corner to corner, and mopping up everything that could potentially store dust, I was a bit tired of just picking up the teabags in the jars I put on the top shelf.

Or something else is bothering me.

Matthew's number was within reach of my eyes when I opened the smartphone display. I was a bit hesitant to call, but I need someone to accompany me today.

The tone of the call was heard only for a moment, then someone with a heavy voice answered my phone from across the street.

"Marie's. Tumben suddenly you called me early in the morning. Usually you use your breakfast time to be more productive."

The sun is actually almost overhead if the weather is not foggy and cloudy. He sounded like someone just waking up. I'm a little guilty of calling her, but I really need someone to talk to.

"Matthew. Do you remember the way to my apartment?"

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"So you're homesick?"

I grumbled to hear his answer. I've told her the biggest secret of my life and her reaction is just that.

"Mat. I won't force you to believe, but please. Give me a serious point of view at a time like this. What I'm dealing with is real and not because I miss my hometown too much" I said, looking as serious as possible. He has to believe this.

"You know I'm not talented at analyzing fictional things. The books I read are all just as thick as the Bazaar magazine and the ones I've read lately about Lady Di. Then one more thing, I'm a photographer Marie. I need something that I can see with my eyes as proof, not this much writing that you're most likely writing all of this."

"But if you're relying on your photography experience, don't you know it's not my handwriting."

Matthew looked around a little more to check, but he was aware of that. Then with a heavy heart he opened the page in the agenda book. He seems to be drowning a little.

While waiting, I made him a forgotten cup of coffee. Maybe I was too excited to tell him that so when he came, I immediately put the book in front of his face when he entered my apartment.

I looked at Matthew's face carefully. He seemed to be getting interested in the story so focused enough to not be able to realize that I was observing him.

Her ginger red hair and her baby blue eyes reminded me of Johann. The color of her hair is not the same. However, the impression I get is similar. Even so I guarantee the characters they both contradict.

The existence of Matthew himself always makes people comfortable around him. Now she wears a lemon sherbet sweater and combines it with dark jeans. Gosh darn. She should have been a model instead of a photographer.

"You know that I like to talk about historical things, but I prefer scandals in the royal family. I didn't think this story would really interest me. Can I just read it until it's over?"

I was stunned to hear that. Indeed I know Matthew's taste, it's just that when he mentioned it specifically, that he liked scandals, I could only be a beard and understand. I let him drown in time, and I went back to some of the emails that were piling up on my laptop.

An hour and a half passed, I was drowning in my work not realizing that Matthew was now doodling on blank paper. The paper was now full, but I finally started to notice the change in activity. I poked my eyes at the paper. There are many unusual letters, numbers, and symbols.

"So, you want to ask me if the story ran according to the time?"

Oh, wow. There's a newborn psychic here. I wanted to argue it with a question, but Matthew spoke first.

"From your reaction means right. Then let me explain to you because you seem a little surprised to hear my question."

He laid out his paper as I walked over to him. There I understood some of the numbers I saw.

Matthew looked at me who was still confused. I think I caught a bit of his point, just that I needed another explanation.

"Marie's. Are you aware that there's no Johann's point of view here."

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That explosive laughter really cannot be imitated. I almost drowned with all my thoughts if my father didn't wake me up in the middle of a family gathering even by accident.

Today the family of Lord Brahm and Erick came to the house.

I couldn't follow the direction of their conversation so I decided to go back to the room. However, when I walked out after closing the living room door, someone suddenly called out to me. Erick hurriedly approached me.

"For the afternoon, sorry."

I don't know what that means, but if it's about Johann, I can understand.

"No. I'm even grateful that you told me that. It's just that I'm a little upset to hear him considering he hasn't been home for two years, knowing his people have been around me all along, but not trying to meet me. His behavior is absurd."

There was a long time between the two of us. Erick seemed confused to answer.

"If you see her again, please tell her to come home. And sorry for venting my anger at you."

"Ah, no. I'm just wondering. You see, it doesn't seem like it's just me that he's stopping to meet you. But, it seems like the word 'shed' sounds exaggerated, yes."

"Then I'll just get more angry at him" I cut him off with a slight sigh. It felt heavy because my mind was filled with Johann. What's the reason he did that? Why didn't he come home?

Then I concluded, maybe I shouldn't feel guilty about doing that to her.

"And one more thing you need to know, Daisy."

He hesitated to continue his words. I waited for him to speak with great determination. I don't want him to be honest with me about one thing.

"Johannes. She's....."

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I woke up so full of sweat from a dream. What time have I been asleep? It felt like Matthew had just been here and we were discussing the unexpected.

It's because of Matthew. What he said made me think half dead.

I looked at the sky out there that was really dark. It even seems like a full moon.

Okay. Hold still. Full moon. As I recall that last night was not overcast, the moon should still be in the latter half. It took me three more weeks to see the full moon because it was only a week ago that I saw it.

I also realized something else. Something has changed. My room was never dark. Because of the moonlight, I was a little late to realize that sleeping with the lights off. But, what else is this. Since when is my blanket as smooth as velvet.

Even with the lighting from the moon, I still could not see clearly around me. The air is moist and a little hot. It was strange because the summer had passed two months ago.

I don't know why I started panicking. It feels like a lot of weird stuff. My hair was never this long, and then I felt what I was wearing dangling down to the floor. Her arms are a bit long, but my neck feels strangled because of her high collar. I don't know what kind of reaction it is anymore.

Immediately I got out of bed and as much as possible looking for a light switch. But the wall was somewhere. It felt like I was in a big darkness.

I'm lyrically a place that's moonlighted. The window is open. That's even stranger. I took a deep breath and quickly stopped him.

I'm so sure and I'm not mistaken, this isn't my room.