"If this transmigration is indeed temporary, then I must watch my steps."
'I mean just imagine if I developed a relationship with a person here, made a happy family and then boom suddenly I go back to where I came from and the original owner of this body returnes then he will deny to know or love the person I love because we are not the same person. It will be very heartbreaking and betraying for the people I would grow close with. It won't be his fault either, after all I can't put my expectations on other forcefully.'
I massaged my forehead feeling the headache coming from a mile away.
' I think I'm thinking too much. But I am just planing for the future. What if I go to sleep and wake up only to realize that it is a dream, then all my thinking will go to waste. I don't mind it tho afterall no one will know what I was doing in my dream. So whatever I do here will be alright, right? Even if it is not alright, why am I thinking this much? For someone else? No I shouldn't be so mean to only think about myself. But it is okay to be selfish right? Okay lets shut up now.'
"Well, since I am awake I should at look around a bit. I will most likely be here for a while so I should at least know what is where."
I looked around the room going from the huge closet of clothes, shoes, broaches, ties and many other things and many books about different topics but mainly plants that I didn't quite recognise but it's alright.
"This guy has some taste."
I placed the book back to it's shelf and walked to the drawers and cupboard beside it.
I opened the cupboard to find a violin case and many more things. I also knew how to play the violin, my hands were itching and screaming at me to play the violin but I decided to do that later because I am pretty sure no one would like to hear the sound of someone playing the violin in the middle of the night.
Under the violin was a diary. "It must belong to this child."
"We are currently kind of the same person for people so it should be alright if I read it, right?" I said as I picked up the diary and headed towards my bed.
'Will it be disrespectful? I mean it is disrespectful to read others diary without permission but...I am in a very tough situation right now and I don't think that even if this child does return we will ever meet each other. So it is most likely okay to read it.'
As I opened the first page I came across a name written in very beautiful handwriting. I didn't recognise the language but the words were automatically translated in my head.
The letters read Syaoran Yvaine.(Sigh-or-an Y-vaine)
This child's name was Syaoran, got it.
I walked towards my bed and as I turned the page I came across a diary entry.
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18th of January 152 in the lunisolar calendar,
Today was a nice day, but I was so bored that I wasn't able to do anything. Weilhem always encourages me to be more productive but it's all useless at the end of the day since I cannot do anything right. I hope I will be able be more like my other siblings. They are all good at almost everything. I can't say that I am jealous of them for that but, it still bothers me quite a bit because we are so different.
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'So far this seems like a normal diary entry of a new teenager. But what's up with this lunisolar calander shit? Wasn't it used way back in time? Did I time travel? That would be so f--king awasome.'
I gently placed the diary back from where I picked it and layed down on the bed. I closed my eyes pulling the blankets over my head hoping I would wake up back in my home, in my bed.
'I still remember the time I was developing as an adolescent. The first time I wrote a diary entry, I was so embarrassed thinking what would happen if someone found out about it and read it, that I burned the page into ashes.'
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'My past life was pretty good. Even tho my parents died in a car accident when I was young, it was not a big deal because I had my sister. If I remember correctly then, I was around 26 yrs old when I died. I used to be an assistant professor. As I worked as an assistant professor I also chased my dream of performing on stage as an unknown musician. Being known would be quite embarrassing for me so I was deciding to an unknown but I wasn't able to that for some reason. Why did I not do it?'
' My name used to be Park Yeon Woo. I was a handsome young man. My past life was nothing special, just what other people experience-'
Before I could finish my thoughts, the usual darkness you see when you have your eyes closed disappeared. It was then replaced by a bright void. I was sitting on water... literally water.
'How the f--k am I sitting on water?'
I looked around for anything and checked myself. I was in my new body.
Just as I thought this was all worthless, memories came flooding into my mind. It was not like what I experienced before.
Before it was just a small part of memory that I would regain after a certain incident, but what I was experiencing now was a life of someone, of Syaoran.
As the memories settled down into my mind there was only one thing that I was able to process.
'F--k, it's those transmigration into novels again.'