Daisy Meets Johann's

Chapter 1.6: I Met Him

I backed off quickly.

When I turned around, there someone stood in my way with his tall body rather large and eyes that scared me to the back.

I trembled in fear, but my voice was held back because I realized it would do me more harm. However I can still master my true emotions of wanting to scream out of fear. I have a little courage even though it won't give me the slightest bit of luck.

"Miss Daisy. I thought you wanted to meet with Madam and Mr. Hogan now so I came to pick you up, "he said, bowing. Her sinister face just disappeared as she showed her respect and offered her hand to help me stand up.

Although I doubt I don't want to be seen sitting on the floor with an embarrassing face and almost dirtying the dress I'm wearing.

I wonder, where is the fear I felt just now? Because this person, who escorted me out of the room gave off a very opposite aura from the first impression. He now looked like a bearded uncle from the north pole. Only, this uncle wears a tuxedo like a butler and not a red costume.

Maybe I am too adaptable to the situation. Or because of my other mental state that I can't describe. I don't know when I felt some familiar things starting from the room, the waiter who helped me clean up and put on the dress, and maybe the people who thought I was Daisy.

The two people they called Madam Hogan and Mr. Hogan. They are really warm parents. When I got down the stairs and walked towards the dining room, although with great difficulty from being tired for what reason, I met those who were still waiting for me. They have not started eating at all.

"Daisy..,"call a woman I'm guessing is Miss Hogan. He walked up to me and just hugged me. I was shocked, but could not resist. I feel something warm that I rarely get. I've forgotten if mom ever hugged me like this.

"Mom's relieved that you're finally meeting us, son. I miss you so much...."

I was stunned to hear it because I never knew this part of the story. Maybe I forgot, but the familiar feeling disappeared when I came back again I realized that I was in the wrong place. I mean, I don't know. There was a strange feeling that suddenly appeared to make me even more confused.

Can't be arrested nor can I explain. Everything is mixed in memory.

There are memories based on the narratives and plot of the stories I read. There are also memories that forced me to sink into the figure of Daisy. This is his memory. The two melted into one until the tip of my finger was like numbness. I've never experienced this. It felt like there were two magnetic poles repelling and pulling on each other. Or there is oil and water should refuse each other even mixed with soap.

My mind couldn't go well until my emotions just overflowed. My tears flowed without me noticing. I don't even know why. I can't logically process it.

"I'm sorry for leaving you with that person, baby," she said, hugging me tighter. My hands are numb can't return his embrace. On the other hand, I got a hug from behind. She also cried apologizing to me.

"I'm sorry, son."

I don't know. I really don't know. My mind was suddenly empty with all the memories and mixed feelings. My body is also getting tired from this. It felt like all these emotions that flooded my mental state were the cause of this unbearable physical exhaustion. Energy is drained without cause. Because the real thing was forced into me.

After this I had to sleep again for quite a long time.

"Slow down. Don't think too hard about this story. Pronounce one at a time and you'll understand."

My forehead was frowned upon hearing an explanation far from understanding. He's provoking my patience.

"It doesn't make sense that Johann wrote. If so, this is all a lie. Engineering for taking a point of view from him."

"It could be. I didn't expect that he just wanted to look evil here."

"Geez!"peekikku realized something about his words. It's strange.

Now I feel a little bit understand something. If that's what Matt said, then it's weird. Johann, somehow there is no good side at all in this story. All the good things of him are described as pretense and formality. Even so I can't see this because I consider it a natural thing. Or something that can be forgiven. Or maybe I just sympathize for no reason just because I admire this character. I don't know what I admire about him.

Maybe in this case too I can be considered strange. Whether this is just taste or mere intuition, because with all those bad sides I still see Johann as a character I can't hate at all.

"I don't know if you're telling the truth about you getting this script magically or actually you're making up a story that you're going to be publishing in the near future. Just one thing you need to know. Based on the background description of the main character's residence, there is actually one place that fits the criteria mentioned in the first chapter."

Matthew opens the first page of the agenda book and searches for something on the next few pages in the first chapter. I deliberately wrote the chapter according to the change of storyline because there is no marker at all to know the change of plot and narrative. I mean, with all those stories written without inserting page numbers, I would also be confused if the viewpoint of the story had actually changed.

"You know. Others will assume that you wrote this, especially if the place really exists in the real world."

Matthew showed me something from his smartphone display. A photo of an abandoned building that looks terrible because it is surrounded by large, leafless trees. The stem is black as if it were burned. If you look at the surrounding plants that are red, it looks like the photo was taken in autumn.

"I've read that this castle was burned once. There's nothing left but the building. The incident occurred due to the burning of the forest around the castle. Until now no one knew who the owner of this castle was because there was not a single clue or item left. But he said there was a book that kept an old photo of the castle. Unfortunately, the last person to own the book and the picture is dead. And the book was lost at the man's funeral. He also had no family and was a little crazy for claiming to have lived in this castle. No one believes it because this castle is estimated to have stood around the 18th century and it is impossible for people born in that century to still be alive until this century."

I focused my eyes on the photo of the building. I don't know why my chest is so tight to see it. Something hurt when I saw the place.

Once upon a time, the place was full of happiness.

"I was waiting for Johann to come home just then..," I said suddenly unconsciously.

And that's when I knew that something was calling me. And it all happened so fast I can't remember.