Prologue

SEVEN DAYS WITH YOU, MY LOVE

There is a theory that time is infinite. Living our lives, we think that we will
never be able to visit the past again. What if it is the other way around? We
can die young in the present and be reborn in another reality forty years
earlier from our final point. See what was previously inaccessible to us and
learn something new.

"Yes, this world is full of joys and new discoveries. Among all the people on
the whole earth, I need only you."

Our souls were connected by the thread of life. A blessing from heaven
that not everyone can get for themselves. The longer I look into your eyes,
the stronger my love for you blossoms.

No matter how many faces you change during all your reincarnations, I
will always recognize you. We are like magnets that will forever be drawn
to each other. Knowing how much we have to go through, I can calmly
breathe deeply while holding your hand.

My body is burning, I feel like the rubble of my old house is pressing on

me. It's getting dark in my eyes, very soon I will lose consciousness.

The muffled voices around me merge into one single stream. The noise, in
which I cannot distinguish anything, becomes more and more distant.

This will be my first death.

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You lie next to me, covered in blood. Tears stream down my face, my
throat constricts with pain. With my last strength, I touch your hand. Your
fingers, cold as ice, have become completely pale.

- I will find you.. in the next life.. Dara.. wait for me.

Just one moment and the pain subsides. I no longer hear the noise behind
me, I see nothing and no one. There is no darkness and no light. There is
only me, or what is left of me as a person who has lived her life.

As I explore my own memories, I find a piece of something beautiful.

These were the moments of happiness when I could laugh under the
boundless sky above. You were always with me, Dara.

I need to say goodbye to this. I have to let go of the past to embark on a

new adventure. The more I cling to these fragments of time, the faster they
disappear before me. Fear of forgetting about you. That's what haunts me.
The reason I can't
enter a new life.

- I can't do this...

Love is a weakness that made me stronger as a human. Now I have no

choice, right? If that's true, should I go against all the laws of this world?

Destroy yourself by failing to come to terms with what happened or

continue walking, hoping for our meeting?

Author, Artist and Translator - Kasika Kattiya

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 "Monday"

We often experience fears that we cannot explain. Many people say that
this may be related to the cause of death in our past life. Honestly, I find it
hard to believe. We cannot verify the truthfulness of this, and hardly anyone
wants to know how they died. It is much better to enjoy your current life
and try to overcome your fears without looking for a mysterious reason.

I had great pleasure walking along the beach in sunny weather. I liked to
touch the warm sand with my bare feet as I got closer to the water.
Everything around me was incredibly beautiful and colorful. Sometimes I
wondered how people could say that they were unhappy living in this
magical amazing world.

I won't lie, sometimes I was overcome with strange feelings. Despite all the
comforts, I was lonely. It was impossible to hide. Loneliness is not about
pain and fears, but about feeling completely different among other people.

I touched the warm water with my hand, enjoying the pleasant sensations.
Squinting slightly, I noticed a girl at the other end. She was standing alone,
looking into the endless distance.

It was hard to make out her face. Without noticing, I had already risen from
my knees and was heading towards her. Why? I don't know why, I just
wanted to see her face. To find out who she was. To see what kind of eyes
she might have had.

The feeling of what I was about to see awakened in me even more interest.
In front of me was a person, but deep down I knew that this meeting would
be special for us.

"I wonder how long you've been standing here?"

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Maybe she was here a long time ago, but I noticed it only now. I don't see
any reason to waste more time.

Monday, April. (2000-08)

The eyes are the mirror of the soul. They do not change and this is what
makes them unique. We see the world as it seems to us, but we perceive
people completely differently. We have the ability to notice small
details and catch signals.

The first meeting always influences our impression of a person. After all, if
we are rude, it will be remembered.

I'm sitting on a stool, trying to catch a signal from the radio. It's hot
outside, I don't want to go anywhere. My mother is receiving clients in her
small beauty salon as usual. She spends the whole day there to earn money.
Although few people come here, so far we've always had enough money for
food.

- Aom, go to the store, buy a few bottles of water. - An elderly woman

sat near the coffee table, fanning herself with a fan.

Aom: There are no clients yet, maybe you should go yourself? - I

answer without even turning to her, almost without any interest.

- Don't even think about saying that to my face again. I work all day so that
you have normal things and tasty food. What's so hard about doing my
errand? You're being asked to go to the store, not drive to the other end of
town.

She's right. My behavior wasn't exactly noble. Maybe I didn't want to seem
that way. I was just tired of spending every day the same way and not
seeing any results. I spent every day here doing little errands.

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Aom: Okay, Mom. - I turned off the old radio, giving up trying to pick up
any signal. No use.

I slung my old, battered backpack over my shoulder and walked out into the
street. Lots of people, all busy and tired. Workers unloading goods,
businessmen shouting into phones, and children playing in the street as if
oblivious to all the commotion.

Once upon a time, I was a little girl, playing in the street, looking at the
clouds and dreaming of adulthood. I guess I should have been less naive.

Crossing the road I finally see a small shop. Here I will find exactly what I
need. At least I hoped for it. Soon coming closer I saw that there was no
seller.

"I think it's a bit early for lunch break..?"

-I looked around. Everything is the same as everywhere else. Food and

basic necessities, nothing more.

- Oh, excuse me... Have you been waiting for a long time? - A couple
of minutes later I heard a female voice.

Turning around, I saw an incredibly beautiful girl in front of me. I was

even confused by the fact that she was the saleswoman. With her
parameters, she could easily become a model for the covers of photo
magazines. Who else but me to judge, right?

Aom: Um.. Are you a saleswoman in this store?

- Yes, it's me. Did you want to ask something? - She smiled sweetly at
me, not paying attention to such a stupid question.

Aom: Oh.. yeah. I'd like some water... Preferably cold water without gas. -
I pointed to the refrigerator.

- Of course. No problem.

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Surprisingly, she really is very polite. No, of course I could have taken
this water myself, but... I don't know. I just wanted to look at her while
she got the bottles for me. Now, that I think about it, it seems strange to
me.

However, I did so. I just continued to look at her. A beautiful figure, neat
contours of the face and long legs. The T-shirt she was wearing fit her
body very well. What else do you need to be happy? To be born perfect,
perhaps.

I had a rather rough appearance. People often said that I dressed like a boy.
Maybe they were right, but why should I care? I wanted to dress the way I
felt comfortable. And who would ask? What if I didn't have money for new
clothes? It was easier to take my older brother's old clothes for free. He
wouldn't go back to his room anyway.

Unfortunately, I couldn't stay here to chat with her. The problem was, at the
very least, that I didn't know how to make new acquaintances properly. Any
conversation I started always ended quickly. So I just paid for the water and
put the bottles in my backpack. As I said goodbye, I could only wave my
hand at her. Yes, I saw her giggle, but it didn't matter. Let her think I was
awkward or even a little weird, that's okay.

I'm sure we won't cross paths again. So there was no point in worrying
about what she would think. Although in my memory it was a rather
pleasant meeting. Beautiful people really do influence our disposition
towards them.

Today was a quiet day. Maybe that's why I didn't worry about what I
was doing? Step by step, I left fresh footprints in the sand. It was strange
that there was almost no one here today. Usually, whole families would
come here, which made it hard to relax.

A little more and I will be almost next to this charming stranger. Coming
closer to the girl, I noticed a flower-shaped hairpin on her. A miniature
accessory that quickly catches the eye.

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Aom: Be careful, it's easy to lose jewelry here. Then it's impossible to find.
I once lost my ring that way.

She turned to me smiling.

- I'll take that into account. - Her eyes sparkled in the sun, creating a
stunning effect. - Do you often walk here?

Aom: I come here every day, early in the morning and stay for a couple of
hours. This is my way to escape from the gray everyday life. I don't want to
lose the ability to see the beauty of this world.

- I guess I can only envy you. This is the first time in a long time that I've
been able to go out and relax on the beach.

Aom: Do you really have no time at all?

- Time.. I think I have time, but I don't have the opportunity to go where I
want. Desires often differ from the circumstances of real life. My
boyfriend doesn't like it when I spend time without him.

Aom: Your boyfriend? If so, why can't he take you here?

He is busy most of the time. For him, his work will always come first. It is
hard to explain, but my family owes him everything we have now. That is
why I try to do as he wants. - The girl lowered her eyes. - Today, as you
can see, I did not keep my word. Now I am standing here and thinking
about
how my life is going. I do not like it at all.

Aom: I'm so sorry to hear that.. I think it's not easy for you to live with
such a person.

- Oh, no.. Better forget about what I said. Many people live like this,
there is nothing unusual about it.

We fell silent, but I still wanted to ask her my question.

Aom: May I know your name?

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- Of course. I'm glad to meet new people. My name is Dara. - These
words hit me in the head, bringing before my eyes visions that were
previously unfamiliar to me. It was me, a completely different me. My
face and my
clothes were different. Everything looked like I was in another time.

I staggered a little from the sudden dizziness. I can swear it was all like a
dream that came to me in reality. Dara looked at me worriedly, quickly
grabbing my arm. My legs became weak, and I myself was losing the sense
of reality. Her hands, they were so familiar and at the same time, completely
alien to me.

Dara: What happened to you? Oh my god, you've gone completely pale. - I

had to sit down right on the sand. My new acquaintance touched my
forehead with her hand in fear, - You probably have sunstroke. We need to
take you into the shade.

Aom: My name is Aom.. - I answered, as if trying to remind myself of it.

How ridiculous it all is. I hold her hand, trying to remember where exactly I
could have seen her. No, this girl was definitely in my memory before..

Dara: You know, Aom, you have a very unusual way of meeting people. -
She took a small handkerchief from her bag, wiping beads of sweat from
my face. - I'm glad to meet you here today, but I think we really should find
another place. Let's buy you some water?

I continued to sit, looking at her face. A wide smile that held so much
kindness. Could it be that today I met a person who would change my fate?
Fate? I don't know what to believe. Any thoughts I had could sound like the
ravings of a madman.

Aom: This has never happened before... I feel so awkward. - She helped
me stand back up. Her hands were still busy wiping my sweat. She slid
down my neck, making me flinch.

Dara: No need, it's not your fault. In this life, everything happens for the
first time. Maybe your body reacted so violently to our meeting? - That
look, as if she knew what she was talking about. Maybe it seemed to me?

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I froze in place, holding her gentle hand tightly. A slight smile touched
my lips and then I said.

Aom: I don't think I can forget this.

We met in April, Monday, 1968.

She helped me to come to my senses, after which she very carefully treated
me to a glass of water. That day we spent quite a lot of time together. I
kept her company on the way to her house.

However, a vague feeling left me. I should rest and not remember those
hallucinations that scared me so much.

When I got home I couldn't get the image of this girl out of my head. She
haunted me no matter how hard I tried to distract myself. It was pure magic
for me to meet someone like her.

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

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 "Tuesday"

(2000-08)

If we ever meet someone from the past, we will most likely not recognize
them. We will pass by as if they were nobody to us. It will remain a mystery
to us who they were to us. No pain or sense of loss, only the unknown.

Today I woke up not from the alarm clock, but from the noise. It's strange,
it seems that my mother has already had many clients since early morning.
She could have woken me up, but she didn't. Thank goodness I slept more
or less peacefully today. Stretching on the bed, I look at the things
scattered around my room. It's definitely not a good place to bring guests.

I go to the bathroom to wash myself and brush my teeth. I change into clean
clothes and go downstairs. Many people didn't know that our little family
lived on the second floor right above the "beauty salon", so they often asked
where our house was.

- Oh, what a sweet girl. My daughter was like that when she was a child.
Age does terrible things, especially after you turn fourteen. - My mother
babysat some kid, which was pretty unusual. - So try not to follow others'
example. You'd better look at your older sister.

Still sleepy, I went out to the first floor, greeting everyone. Only when I
heard a familiar voice in response, I realized who was standing in front of
me. It was the same beauty from the store. I stood there, collecting my
thoughts. She was still smiling at me, although I looked no better than a
shabby sack.

- Aom, meet the girls. This is Dara and her younger sister Ung, their
father runs a grocery store nearby. How nice and hardworking they are,
you can

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tell right away that these kids support their family.

Dara: Nice to meet you, Aom. I think we'll be seeing each other more often
from now on.

I don't understand why a shiver suddenly ran through my body. I felt

uncomfortable and wanted to turn away from her. Was I supposed to say
something? Of course, that's logical.

Aom: Cool. - That's all I could muster. One short answer, after which I felt
my eye twitch.

"Why am I suddenly nervous?"

My mother looked at me with displeasure, but said nothing. She sat the little
girl down on her chair, preparing her for the haircut. I continued to stand
there, not knowing what to do. Dara continued to smile at me, and I began
to feel like a fool.

"Does she want something from me?"

- Are you going to stand there, Aom? You'd better go show her your
room. I'm sure the girl won't want to sit here in the stuffiness for so long.

Aom: What? Why should I show her my room? - Anyone would be

unhappy in my place. This is my personal territory. Why would I bring
strangers there?

- Because I told you to do it. You're the same age, you'll find something to
discuss. - It was impossible to argue with this woman. Every time I tried
to express dissatisfaction, my mother responded in kind but twice as
much.
Now, with strangers looking at me, it felt even worse. - Come on, don't
stand there like a broom. Show Dara your DVDs.

Aom: These aren't even my DVDs.

-Your brother left them to you, so they're yours now. Stop arguing.

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I silently agreed, looking back at Dara. She seemed confused by this
conversation. I didn't want her to perceive it as if I didn't like her. I like
her. I mean, I have nothing against her.. I just don't want every second
person coming into my room. I don't even really know her.

We silently walked up the stairs back to the second floor. The girl entered
carefully, stepping around the things scattered on the floor. I had to quickly
pick everything up and throw it in the closet. She stood there waiting for me
to finish. She was probably uncomfortable. That was expected.

Aom: You can sit on the bed. Sorry for the mess. I wasn't expecting guests.

Dara: No, I'm sorry. I didn't think your mom would insist on it. We should
have asked you first.

Aom: It's okay, I'm already used to it.

Following my mother's "advice", I pulled out a few discs. There were

different movies, but most of them were action movies. I sat down next to
Dara to show her. She looked at me in surprise, then started reading the
descriptions of the movies.

Dara: Will there be fights in the plot?

Aom: Yes. I don't know if there is anything else. I don't watch movies often.

Dara: Really? What do you like to do in your free time?

Aom: I like listening to music. I don't think there's much else to say. - I
noticed a small flower-shaped pin in her hair. - Oh, that's a beautiful
accessory. I haven't seen anything like that on sale.

Dara: Mm? You mean this?.. My mom said she found it on the beach a
long time ago, when she was young. I don't know who it belonged to
before that. I hope that person wasn't too upset about the loss.

Aom: I think we'll never know. The main thing is that now you can wear
this hairpin yourself.

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Dara: I would be sad if I lost my favorite thing. What if it was a family
heirloom or something. - She took off the jewelry, turning it over in
her hands.

Aom: Losing things is not scary. You can always buy new ones or find other
old ones.

Dara: Yes, you are right.. Things are not people, although many people
become attached to small trinkets much more than to their family or friends.
- How unusual it was to hear such words from

her. Aom: That makes sense...

We never turned on the movie on the old DVD, instead starting a new topic
of conversation. I never thought I could just sit in my room with this girl.
It's even nice.

(1968)

We can be more concerned about other people's lives than we are about our
own. We start to worry about people because we feel a strong sympathy or
affection for them.

This feeling is hard to control. Our thoughts are rebuilt to fit our
experiences. The desire to show care takes over us and so we reach out to
the person to get closer.

A week after our first meeting with Dara, I met her again on Tuesday. This
time she was not alone, a tall young man in a suit was standing next to her. I
could see that the girl felt uncomfortable around him, but she continued to
wait for him to finish his business.

After watching a little longer, I saw a not very pleasant scene. They started
arguing, the man started raising his voice. It was inappropriate of him to

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make such a scene right in front of everyone. I should have waited for them
to finish, but I couldn't watch it.

Aom: I beg your pardon, but you are embarrassing passers-by with your
behavior. Who allowed you to behave so lowly with a lady?

He was surprised that I had come up to them and intervened. I saw gratitude
and fear in Dara's eyes. The girl came closer to me, trying to hide behind
me. The man wanted to pull her away by the hand, but I did not allow it.

- So this is how you repay me for my kindness? Will you hide behind
strangers for the rest of your life? You are disgusting, Dara. I regret that
I ever agreed to your father's terms.

Aom: If you don't like this girl so much, you better leave her alone. There
are plenty of other people who will be ready to give her their love.

- Love? Someone like her doesn't deserve love. She'll pay for her family's
mistakes for the rest of her life.

Aom: Please, stop spoiling our air with your dirty words. - Dara touched my
hand. It was a sign for me to stop. She was afraid that her boyfriend would
get even angrier. I didn't want the girl to suffer even more.

- Dirty words are nothing compared to dirty vicious people. - He spat these
words right in my face, and then left us. I watched with displeasure as the
man moved away from us. He had a rough, careless gait, no beautiful
expensive clothes could hide his true self.

Waiting until he was completely out of sight, I finally spoke to Dara. She
was holding back her tears, squeezing my hand tighter. I can't believe
that this beautiful girl fell into such a trap of fate.

Aom: I wanted to meet you, but I didn't expect it to happen like this. Sorry
if I interrupted you.

Dara: No, I'm so happy you're here... Thank you for standing up for me.
- Her fingers were shaking.

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Aom: Do you really have no other choice? You can't live with him. This
man doesn't love you.

Dara: I don't know what to do. I have nowhere to go, no one to run to. My
family has put me on display like a commodity, not giving me the right to
make my own decisions. It's not right, but what can I do?

Aom: If you need help, just say. What can I do for you?

Dara: I'm afraid nothing... We're supposed to be getting married in two

months. Only time will save me.

Aom: I'm afraid that time will destroy you in this situation. You
shouldn't expect salvation from nowhere.

I run my hand over her wet face. There is pain in my chest, I don't like to
look at her tears. Now in front of me was a person full of suffering, who hid
all her feelings behind a dazzling smile. All I could give her now was my
hugs.

"I'll find a way to help you, Dara.."

Even the brightest stars fade, disappearing into the boundless sky. People
are not stars, they are living souls, but they fade in the same way. When
someone's life breaks down before their eyes, they try to help. As a rule, we
save those who have already resigned themselves to their fate.
.

(2000-08)

Lately we have been spending more time together. I would never have
thought that I would enjoy just walking down the street in the company of a
girl. I listened as Dara told stories from her life, about the friends she had at
school and about her family.

She often playfully nudged me in the side. At first I did not understand why
she did it, but then I just started repeating after her. We fooled around like

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children. Silly, but it brought me joy.

Dara: Maybe we should go for a walk in the park? I know it's hot, I'll buy
you some ice cream if you want.

Aom: We've been walking all day anyway. Aren't you tired yet?

Dara: No, I like spending time outside. Today dad said that he can handle
the store himself. So I am completely free. We can walk until the evening,
maybe we will see the sun setting.

Aom: Do you want me to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow? I'm not
used to such large walks. And I don't think my mother will be happy if
I disappear for a long time.

Dara: Don't worry, I've already made arrangements with

her. Aom: What? When did you have time?

Dara: I came yesterday morning. She said that if you spend more time with
me, it will definitely do you good.

Aom: I think she has too good an opinion of you. Yeah, and she seems
to have too bad an opinion of me.

Dara: If that's the case, then she's wrong. - She smiled, taking my arm. - So
what? Shall we go?

Aom: Let's go, but if by the evening I can't feel my legs, it will be your
fault.

Dara: Okay, I'll be obliged to give you a super relaxing massage. - The girl
leaned her head against me in a playful manner. - You'll like it, just one
touch from me will take you straight to heaven.

Aom: Oh god no!

We laughed again, continuing to talk about strange things. It was unusual. I

hadn't had a person with whom I felt such ease in a long time.

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If the circumstances had been different, we most likely would not have
communicated.

As we approached the main entrance of the park, a slight shiver ran through
my body. I stopped, noticing strange silhouettes in the distance. Strange
sensations similar to fear and... deja vu.

These images of people were blurred, like ghosts. It seemed to me that no

one else could see them except me. The two girls were much older than us.
They were dressed differently, I would say, as if from the past.

Dara: Where are you going, Aom?

I didn't pay attention to her words. I needed to get closer, see their faces.
Find out what kind of people they were.

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 "Wednesday"

(1968)

Running away from misfortune is the same as looking for love. It is

impossible. If we have to go through the test of pain, we cannot escape it.
The same with love, it comes into our lives itself, without asking
permission.

People say Cupid shoots at people's hearts. If so, could the arrow carry
poison? Perhaps it would be better if the arrows missed. After all, our hearts
are too sensitive for that.

Despite all the good that had happened before, I felt heavy again. It seemed
to me that I was delirious. I could not say that Dara had been familiar to me
before. Of course, it was impossible. However, my feelings for her were
sincere and I myself did not understand why. The same thoughts
were spinning in my head.

"I have to help her."

Wednesday. We were supposed to meet in the park. Very soon the one I was
waiting for came out to me. The girl was wearing a white dress, long loose
hair with a hair clip, shoes and a small bag. She smiled at me, and in the
meantime.

I continued to admire her. Dara looked like an angel, the only thing
missing was big luxurious wings behind her back.

Yes, it's true. She looked as beautiful as always. I couldn't believe that
there were people who didn't like her. They simply had no taste, since they
didn't see the light in her that I did.

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Aom: You look lovely today. You know, I can't stop looking at you.

Dara: I'm glad to hear that, but such words make me blush. Thanks Aom.

I gave her my hand, she took my arm as if we were a couple. We entered

under the arch, not knowing why we were happy. The beauty of nature
always fills me with energy, in her company the effect was doubly strong.

We took our time, giving each other time to rejoice to the fullest. Who
knows, maybe we won't have such an opportunity in the future.

While Dara was looking at the bright, magical flowers, I continued to think
about my own plan. Would she agree to leave with me if I told her? We
knew almost nothing about each other, such a proposal would hardly inspire
her trust. Would I have time to win her over?

A shiver ran down my spine. There was no wind here, I couldn't get cold.

- Where are you going, Aom? - I heard a voice. Someone was calling me.
When I turned around, I saw no one.

Was this hallucination again? Was I sick? I felt sick, a lump in my throat
and cold hands were letting me know. Voices that weren't there, visions of
things that couldn't be. I was going crazy, I had no other explanation.

The girl looked at me, guessing that something was bothering me. Touching
me gently, she asked.

Dara: Are you feeling unwell again? - Her eyes couldn't hide her sadness.

Aom: Sorry, it happens.. I don't know how to explain it. It's like anxiety that
comes on all of a sudden. I think I should see a doctor some day.

Dara: I hope you'll be okay. I wouldn't want you to have problems. I'm
afraid
I'll lose my head worrying about you too.

Aom: You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine. Take care of your
nerves. We need to hold on to the good moments and not let false alarms

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cloud our heads. - I gave her my smile, trying to convince her and myself of
what I said.

Now is not the time and we both know it. Let's enjoy these moments
together while we are allowed.

There is no point in building false hopes and fearing events that have not
yet happened.

(2000-08)

Ghosts that we must forget. Maybe it's the other way around. We need to
remember them so as not to repeat their mistakes. Learn to change our
reality.

I came very close. My hand reached out to the silhouette, and when it
touched everything around me faded. Only images remained before my
eyes, these faces were already familiar.

I didn't have to think long to understand. This face was my own reflection,
though we were years apart. There was no doubt. She was looking at me,
but she couldn't see me. Behind her, another girl whose face was hidden
from me. How was that possible?

A little more and this vision disappeared as if it had never been. There was
no one else here, only me. My heart began to beat in fear, as if I had seen
something I shouldn't have. Touched something that was forbidden.

Dara: What's wrong? Oh my god, you've gone completely pale. - The girl
ran up to me. - Let's get into the shade. You need to sit down. - I felt her
hot hands, remembering that this had happened before. It had happened
before, but not to me.

Aom: I... yes. Sorry.

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Dara: You left so abruptly. What happened?

Aom: Nothing.. I don't know how to explain it. You know, when anxiety
appears completely suddenly. Maybe I had a panic attack..

Dara: I was scared, please warn me before you just leave like that. - She
hugged me tightly. I didn't want to upset her, but I couldn't explain the
reason for my behavior either.

After that, I was out of my mind the whole day. I was imagining things
that weren't there. It's scary when this happens for the first time. I had a
premonition that the meeting with my ghost was not the last. New guesses
were born in my head, which I silently kept to myself.
.

(1968)

I am well aware of my fears. I understand that I must look my nightmares

straight in the eye. Because if I turn away, my own desires will bring me to
my knees.

I will be consumed by regrets from within. I need to meet them halfway,

absorbing the feeling of anxiety. Forget about what you want and accept
the world as it is.

Aom: Why are you turning away from me? If I'm doing something wrong,
tell me about it. - My hands grab the girl. She doesn't want to answer, trying
to run away. - Stay with me, Dara. Tell me it's not true.

Dara: Stop, stop holding on to me. You know we can be together. I can't
accept your feelings. - The girl I considered a friend hits me hard in the
chest. I step back, feeling hot tears start to flow down my eyes. Like poison,
I absorb everything that she gives me.

Aom: You can't leave me! I won't let you go! Dara! - My scream echoes and
everything around fades. The girl in front of me no longer looks alive and

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real. In her place there is a doll. I twitch in fear when I realize that
everything around is not real.

Dara: Stop fighting with yourself, stop running after something that doesn't
exist.. - I can't see her face, but I can hear her voice. She's everywhere, but I
can't look into her eyes. These words make me shiver.

A heavy touch on my back burns, causing a wound to appear on my skin.

These are her hands, gentle fingers. They have always healed me, but now
they are trying to harm me.

Aom: I won't give up... Do you hear me? I will make sure that you stay with
me. Even if others try to stop us.. I don't care! - I fall to my knees, feeling
like I'm about to burn.

Dara: I can't protect you if you don't give up. Wake up. - The girl begins to
disappear, leaving only a bright light behind. Like a star in the night sky,
she will soon go out.

My fingers cling to her dress, but it's no use. I can't touch her. - "Wake up.."

I feel a strong pain in my chest. I wake up too abruptly from sleep,

everything is blurry before my eyes. My head is starting to spin. This is the
first time I have reacted so strongly to a nightmare. - "What was that?" -I
cover my face with my hands, trying to catch my breath. I need to come to
my senses as soon as possible and take a painkiller.

(2003-08)

When everything around you freezes, you start to hear your own heartbeat.
It's a warning. You need to come back to reality, to come down to earth.

This morning I woke up with a headache. I think I had a dream, but I

couldn't remember what it was about. Right now, a girl was lying next to
me. After making sure she was fast asleep, I touched her skin. Running my

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hand down her cheekbones to her chin. Slowly, memorizing the sensation.
After holding my gaze for a moment, I placed my finger on her lips.

"Maybe I shouldn't have teased myself like that."

When I came to my senses and decided to remove my hand, I felt it being

pulled back with a sharp movement. I was scared, the eyes opposite mine
looked at me attentively. A light touch, from which I was all hot. She left a
kiss on my index finger. We continued to look at each other, the warm touch
of hands still greedily burning me.

Aom: Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..

Dara: It's okay, I'm not angry. - She continued to look at me attentively
without taking her eyes off me. I felt my face burning from such attention. -
I've never noticed anything like this before. Is it because you miss me?

Aom: Yes, I guess so. - I suddenly thought about it.

Dara: Why are you frowning? Were you having nightmares again?

Aom: I don't remember. I guess it's a good thing I didn't remember the
dream.

Dara: You're afraid of your own dreams.

Aom: Yes.. Every time I wake up at the moment where you disappear. As if
you're running forward, and I'm standing still. I don't like watching it.

Dara: I don't like it either. The girl carefully adjusted the hair that
casually covered my face. - I think now I should remind you of the words
that you yourself told me earlier.

Aom: What exactly did I tell you?

Dara: "We'll always be safe together." She leaned closer to me and

whispered these words. - I'm not going anywhere. So..unless you want to
leave us too...

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Aom: I don't think I can live without you, Dara.

Dara: We'll always be a part of each other." She gently ran her fingers
down my cheek. I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment.

My feelings for Dara have always been sincere. I don't know when exactly
everything started to change. I can't remember a specific moment, because
now absolutely everything seemed special to me.

Our relationship was kept secret from our families. To everyone around
us, we were best friends.

Tonight we were supposed to go to a so-called party together. Yes, it was

still unusual, but Dara liked to go to such places. Over time, I also began to
like spending time dancing with her to music.

Dara: You look at me so strangely. Should I change?

Aom: Hm? What are you saying?

Dara: I'm saying that you're looking at me very strangely. Don't you like my
dress? - She lowered her head awkwardly.

Aom: No, of course not. You look magical. Light colors suit you very
well. I was just thinking... To be honest, I didn't expect you to pick out an
outfit for the party. I dressed as usual, now I feel stupid.

Dara: You don't need to dress up in nice clothes. Even in this jacket you
look very attractive.

When we got there, mutual friends met us. Usually in our couple, I was the
one who was always silent. I was fine with everything, I loved listening to
my girlfriend talk about something.

Soon we heard the music turn on. The crowd immediately responded,
inviting their other half to dance. We were no exception. I extended my
hand, Dara responded in kind.

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We moved smoothly, not in a hurry at all. Repeating each other's
movements, sometimes approaching, sometimes moving away. Time
around us froze, I caught familiar sensations.

As if in a dream, everything before my eyes began to acquire new bright

colors. She was so bright and alluring that I could not resist myself.

My hands fell on her waist. I wanted to be closer to her so much. Right now
I felt freedom. This moment was filled with desire and I knew that I could
not hold back for long.

Dara raised her eyes to me. We looked at each other, as if trying to say
something to each other.

Forbidden words that should have remained somewhere deep inside.

This evening was beautiful and I enjoyed this time. It is a pity that we could
not stop in this moment. A couple of hours later, we decided to go back
home.

When we went outside, I noticed that Dara shivered slightly from a slight
wind. Her dress was light, it was obvious that she could freeze. I took off
my jacket, throwing it on top of her shoulders. She thanked me, after which
we walked in silence again.

Above our heads was the sky, strewn with star flakes, again. The
mesmerizing beauty that made me want to look at it forever. Dara, as if
reading my thoughts, stopped, raising her head to the night veil.

Now I just wanted to take her hand. Touch her soft skin, like the warm
summer waves of the ocean. I couldn't just stand there, couldn't look and
not think about what I wanted so much at that moment.

The girl slowly turned her head towards me. A silent question was frozen on
her face.

Now was not the time for me to say anything. No, I didn't say anything out
loud. I just froze for a minute before leaving a kiss on her forehead. It was

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my momentary weakness.

I didn't even notice how I ended up so close, her hands lay on my shoulders.
I leaned towards her, wanting to feel the warmth. My lips touched hers,
burning my own body with heat. Her fingers lay on my chin.

She didn't push me away. When I slightly moved away, the girl looked up
at me expectantly. I could read in her a plea for more. Now I was ready to
grab my own star of happiness. Burning in its flame, taking a piece of its
light for myself.

I pressed my lips to hers again, this time kissing her more hungrily. I felt
thirsty, I wanted to take all her love for myself. I wanted to get an answer to
my own question. Do you love me too?

She pressed me tighter and then I felt relief. As if hundreds of butterflies

were trying to lift me off the ground. My hands grabbed her face, I
could enjoy every second, breathing in her scent.

She grabbed the fabric of my clothes, as if she was afraid to fall, when I
noticed this, I decided to hold her by the waist. I looked at her, wanting to
return to my own exploration of her lips.

Dara raised her head, meeting my eyes. She couldn't find the words, but I
didn't expect to hear anything.

We looked at each other, gradually noticing how our faces were filled
with childish, genuine joy. She hugged me, dissolving in the warmth.

For the first time in many years, I felt truly alive. I'm happy that you are
with me.

"Please, never leave me alone."

If there is a reality in which we cannot be together, then it would be better

to die altogether. Now I understand that life without love has no meaning
for me.

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I don't know how much time we have ahead of us, but I will try to make
sure that we remain happy.

Even if we only have seven days.

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

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 "Thursday"

(1968)

Our bad dreams are harbingers of misfortune. Perhaps this is true.

Nightmares can have different meanings and sometimes we find it hard to
take them seriously. We want to close our eyes and forget about everything
that frightened us. It's a pity that we can't escape from ourselves.

Lately, I began to dream about Dara more and more often. It scared me,
because in these dreams we were completely different. She tried to show
me something, but I couldn't see anything except a blazing flame. The
closer I got to her, the more painful I felt.

It became clear to me that all my visions had come to me for a reason. It

was a sign. I didn't know what exactly I should be wary of. My desire to see
Dara again was becoming unbearable.

Thursday. We saw each other once a week, in our free time. I was ready to
wait for her even for the rest of my life. Time didn't scare me. Sitting on the
bench, I looked at the clear blue sky above my head.

I always wanted to have an evening walk under the stars. I'm afraid that the
girl wouldn't be able to keep me company at a late hour. Perhaps we'll
have a chance in another life.

Staring into the distance, I didn't even notice how a light female hand fell
on my shoulder. I turned around to meet those same bright eyes. In the
sunlight under these leaves, she was beautiful as never before.

Aom: I'm so glad to meet you again..

Dara: You won't believe me if I say that I really missed you.

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Aom: Why wouldn't I believe it? For me, seeing your face is like a breath of
fresh air.

Dara: Every time you say something like that to me... How can I look you
in the eye when you embarrass me? I'm not joking, I really enjoy your
attention.

Aom: If you like to receive compliments from me and catch my studying

gaze... Why don't we enjoy these moments? - I stood up from the bench,
taking her hand in mine. My lips touched her skin, leaving a small kiss.
This is an innocent gesture, in which I put the meaning of my feelings.

Dara: You give me hope, Aom. What will happen to me when I understand
that there is nowhere to run?

Aom: I will not leave you, Dara. Believe me. Without you, my life will
never be the same. Our meeting was not an accident.

Dara: Our feelings are mutual, but.. You know that I was promised to
another man. How can I just turn away from my family?

Aom: You are not a thing that can be sold. We are people, not animals that
can be tied. We have our own desires, thoughts and dreams. If you allow
me, I will help you take everything from this life.

She does not remove her hand, still looking into my eyes. I see how her
pupils dilate. This girl will give me her answer, but she needs time.

Should we accept people as they are? Yes, we fall in love believing that
now
it is our duty to accept all the dark sides of the partner. Someone thinks this
is right. For me, this point of view will be wrong. If I feel the desire to be
with a person, then it is my duty to help.

I will help Dara get rid of the fears and shackles that her family has
imposed on her. We will walk hand in hand, but only if you yourself tell
me that you are ready.

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.

(2004 - 08)

Today was a hard day. We went to the market, choosing treats. My

birthday is coming up soon. My mother said that she would throw a party
and invite guests.

It's funny how much my life has changed in a couple of years. A few
months ago, I told her that Dara and I were dating. I didn't expect a very
good reaction, but it was quite the opposite.

The woman looked quite happy to hear this news from me. I guess she had
guessed about it for a long time. After all, it was a little strange that Dara
and I decided to start living together so quickly.

When we got home, we put all our bags away and went to rest. We don't
have to do anything else today. After taking a shower and changing
clothes, we were finally on the bed. I slid my hand along her thigh.

She caught my playful look, smiling slyly at me. The girl deliberately
moved her leg so that I could lean closer. Dara knew that sometimes I
couldn't be patient. I liked to touch her body, to leave my kisses on
her.

To give pleasure, giving the heat of my love to her.

We loved to kiss to quiet music. I could lose track of time, listening to how
her breathing quickened. Her beautiful moans gave me incredible emotions.

I felt waves of bliss covering me with my head. My mind was busy with
thoughts of her, my body wanted closeness, and my soul was eager to touch
her light. Like birds, we went on a journey through the spacious skies,
remaining alone with each other. Gradually, our bodies merged into one.

Aom: I love you. - These words were much more than a confession for me.

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Dara: I love you too, Aom. - She left short kisses on my face. Filling all the
space with her care for me. Affectionate whispers burned my ears, making
me blush.

It was a beautiful evening.

My life really improved. Everything around me started to make sense. I

woke up in a good mood, taking a few minutes to cuddle with my beloved.

We cooked together and then had breakfast. We helped each other with
household chores. We cleaned the room, washed clothes and dishes.

Many people said that routine kills passion, after which love gradually
fades. In our case, it was the opposite.

While Dara was next to me, I felt alive and was ready to give her all of
myself and my love.

- Today is a wonderful day. My beloved daughter Aom is turning twenty-

three. She is still very young, but she has a lot ahead of her. I want to wish
you, my beloved, to live this life as if it were your last. - My mother
clapped her hands joyfully. The other guests were also waiting for their
turn to say their best wishes.

All this time, while we were sitting at the table, Dara held my hand. We
often looked at each other. We did not need words to understand what we
were thinking.

- Let your daughter always be healthy. Such a sweet girl must have a lot
of strength to build her own family. - Dara's father still did not know that I
intended to be with his daughter. He knew that we lived together, but he
was sure that very soon one of us would find a boyfriend.

No guy can interfere with our happiness. In my eyes, there will always be
one and only girl.
.

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(1968)

We were sitting on the grass, relaxing in the fresh air. Dara put her head on
my shoulder. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around us.

I periodically adjusted her hair, my eyes involuntarily stopped on her lips.

Such a gentle girl, whom I wanted to touch.. Now is not the time and not
the place.

Dara: It's so peaceful here, a beautiful place. It seems like there is no one
else in the world except us. We are lucky that the weather is good today.

Aom: I'm glad you like it here. I would like to show you my favorite places
as often as possible. Maybe in the future we will be able to.

The girl pressed herself closer to me. She hid her face, her breath touched
my skin.

Dara: Why didn't we meet a couple of years earlier?

Aom: I don't know... I think we just couldn't find each other. Sometimes
certain paths are closed to us until we are ready to go down a certain road.

Dara: Are we ready to go on new paths now?

Aom: I really want to believe it. Because if it turns out that we are not
ready.. We will have to meet again and I do not know under what
conditions.

Dara: From the first day I saw you.. I had a thought that I had known you
before. Strange, right? It seemed to me that we were close, although this
was our first conversation.

Aom: What if this is true? We could have known each other in another time.
-I pulled away to look at her.

Dara: Do you really believe that this is possible?

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Aom: I see dreams that confirm this. In your eyes, I also see a person I
could have known before. We feel each other, but we do not remember..
What other proof do you need?

Dara: I don't need proof or memories. It's enough for me that I can feel your
warmth now. - She leaned against me again. There was bitterness in her
voice. I suppose I could guess what she was thinking about now.

"Happiness can't last forever. We don't know how much time we have before
we lose each other again."

Don't worry, my love. As long as I see you, fear won't be able to overcome
my heart. We will find ways that will lead us to a new happy ending. I will
sing you songs of love, count the days until our passion. No one and
nothing will take this hope from me.

We continued to sit in each other's arms. Our feelings were not said out
loud, but no one asked for it.

Now I was tormented by the thought of how to protect her from the
rudeness of that man. I did not know his name, but I did not want to know
it. These questions were unnecessary.

"How often do you listen to him curse at you?"

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 "Friday"

(2006)

Anger and envy, these are the real sins. People forget about their own
importance, switching their attention to someone else's happiness. They are
ready to take away love, trample joy as if it means nothing.

There is no good in their hearts, the light has long gone out leaving only a
huge bleeding hole. We see their pain through their eyes.

Today we decided to go to a cafe for dinner. Dara had long dreamed of

going here. Our friends recommended this place, noting that the food here
is excellent. I did not argue and on the contrary supported this idea.

Over time, it became harder for us to spend as much time as before. Dara
returned to work in the store, and I decided that I should still continue my
Mother's business.

She began to get sick more often, so I replaced her at her workplace. I had
to spend time learning the necessary skills. Perhaps this occupation was not
as bad as I had previously thought.

After all, a beauty salon is a place where we help other people see
themselves from that very charming side, visually emphasizing their best
sides.

We were sitting at a table enjoying hot food. The girl was telling me
news about her family again.

Dara: My sister is finishing school this year. She said that she wants to
become a doctor in the future. I don't even know what my father will say

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about that.

Aom: Is that bad? I think it's great that Ung is planning to go to university.

Dara: Of course, and if she needs help, I'll definitely be there. It's just... it
will take a lot of time, so I don't know. My father has completely different
views, he will insist that she find herself a husband.

Aom: I don't understand his beliefs. It seems to me that people have become
much more relaxed about this now. He doesn't ask questions about why you
are still single? But considering your age, you are "long overdue."

Dara: I think he doesn't want to bring this up because he guesses that I will
tell him about it. You know that I'm tired of hiding the truth from him. Even
a blind person would understand that you and I are in a completely different
relationship, not like a simple friendship.

While we were talking, I noticed how some guy was periodically looking at
us. In particular, it was clear that he was looking at Dara. For me, it was not
something strange, I was used to my girlfriend often being noticed. I myself
could look at her for hours. She was beautiful, like a flower that was
unfurling its leaves.

Usually, passersby would just glance at her or sometimes compliment her.

No one tried to get acquainted, having guessed that she already had a
boyfriend. Yes, her boyfriend was me.

- I apologize for bothering you. I just couldn't pass by without telling you
how beautiful you look. - The same guy who bothered me suddenly
approached from behind. His smile was addressed to Dara. She thanked him
shyly, expecting him to leave. The guy did not seem to be going to stop so
easily. - May I know your name?

I looked at the girl with displeasure, and then at him.

Aom: This girl does not get acquainted. She has a "boyfriend." Therefore, I
ask you to leave us. We came here to have dinner and relax after a day of
work.

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- I did not intend to disturb you. I just want to hear the name of the one
belonging to this beautiful lady. Her boyfriend should not worry if he trusts
her.

Aom: It's not about trust, it's about someone not taking no for an answer.
What's your problem? Do you want to be kicked out of here for disturbing
the customers?

Dara: Please be quiet, Aom. Let's not escalate the conflict...

Aom: It's funny that you think I'm the one causing the conflict. This guy
doesn't understand what I'm saying. He's either too stupid or too stubborn. -
I turn my head rudely towards him, showing with all my appearance that I
don't like him.

If you don't like other people's attention so much, then I won't keep you.
This restaurant belongs to me. If you want to leave, the door is over there.

Aom: Hah... so that's why you're so self-confident. Do you think she'll

quickly change her mind after hearing this? Do you think every second girl
will be ready to throw herself into your arms just because you have your
own restaurant? How old are you anyway?

The girl tried to calm me down, but I pulled her away. Instead, I got even
more angry at this stranger. I saw lights flickering in his eyes. He was
enjoying my reaction.

I decided that we were done with dinner for today. After casting my gaze
over him, I picked up my girlfriend's bag and offered her my hand. Dara
followed awkwardly, avoiding the gazes of those around her. The
visitors were astonished by the scene that had just taken place.

(1968)

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Today I came to visit Dara myself. I knew that she lived in the same house
with that unpleasant man. It even came as a bit of a shock to me. Until the
last moment I held out hope that it was all just a joke. However, a horrific
scene awaited me when I entered.

There was noise in the living room. Loud screams that immediately made
me tense. I ran when I heard the girl's voice.

Dara: Stop it Tao, please! - She was in tears. There was a red spot on her
face from the blow. I felt terrible pain. It was unbearable.

Tao: When I return tonight, she should not be here. Do you understand me?
He grabbed her hair, as if testing her.

Aom: What the hell are you doing, bastard! - I pushed him away from Dara.
It seemed to me that just a little more and I would swing at him, striking. -
Are you completely crazy? How can you behave like this with your fiance?

Tao: So that's who we were talking about.. Have you been hanging around
with this girl all this time? - The man approached me threateningly. - This is
my house and my woman. I'm the one asking the questions here too. Who
allowed you to enter?

Dara: Enough... I beg you.. - She continued to cry, grabbing my hands. The
girl tried to protect me with such a gesture, although she understood that it
would not help.

Tao: Pathetic cur. - He turned to her growling. - And you, I wish not to be
here by the time I return.

The man left loudly slamming the door behind him. I was still clenching my
hands, trying to calm down. Before my eyes were only my own desires. To
wring his neck, to make him suffer for the way he treated my Dara.

I sat down on the floor, embracing the girl. She buried her face in my chest,
continuing to cry, not holding back her pain. My fingers touched a dark
spot on her skin, it was a bruise.

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"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Right now in front of me was not just the woman I loved. She was an
unfortunate victim. A man who paid with his life for the mistakes of
others. I couldn't accept it. It was impossible.

Wiping the bitter tears from her face, I was already hatching a plan in my
head. I needed to convince her that she would be safe with me. I had to
become a light for her, a guide in this darkness.

(2006)

I was angry, my blood was boiling, my veins were pulsating and the only
thing I wanted was to feel affection. When we got home, the girl hugged me
from behind. She squeezed my arms tightly, not letting me break free. Her
lips touched my neck, she gently ran the tip of hers along my cheek. Yes,
She knew how to find a way to relax me.

Aom: It was terrible. Did you see the way he looked at you?

Dara: You know, I don't care about other people. Even if he was a
billionaire, I wouldn't answer him.

Aom: Then why did you try to stop me? Do you really not care?

Dara: It was our evening, but you chose to quarrel. I know that we would
have to endure his chatter for a long time, but maybe then we could have
finished eating peacefully and returned home. Now you are talking all out
of hatred and irritation. - She kept kissing me, trying to distract me from the
events of the evening.

Aom: I can't just silently watch someone try to flirt with you.

Dara: Let them flirt with me as much as they want, but I will never respond
in kind. - Her hands touch my skin under my clothes. I feel myself getting

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excited. If she doesn't stop, we'll have to lie down right on the couch.

Aom: What are you doing, Dara?

Dara: Showing you that I belong only to you. - She touches my chest,
which makes me sigh involuntarily. Goosebumps run across my skin when
she bites my ear.

I loved making love to her. I loved it when she touched me, making me
want more. No matter how much time we spent together, I always wanted
her.

That day, we spent the night giving each other pleasure. Relieving stress
and escaping from worries, we dissolved again with playful passion. It's a
pity that we could not avoid repeating events in this way.

A few days later, when I was going to meet Dara after work, an
unpleasant surprise awaited me. The same guy showed up at her place. He
tried to ask her for her phone number. The girl refused, but he continued
to insist.

I intervened again, this time throwing him out with ruder words. It was
clear to me that he would come back. At that time, I did not yet know that
this would only be the beginning of our problems.

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

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 "Saturday"

(1968)

The kinder your heart, the harder it is to live with it. There is no pain that
we can endure without consequences. Over time, we begin to change our
minds and open our eyes to situations that were previously hidden from us.

My heart was broken a long time ago. I could not remember why, but I
knew it was unfair. My nightmares became more and more real, the same
images that came to me with a hint.

One morning, I woke up in a cold sweat. My head was so heavy that I was
unable to get out of bed. Closing my eyes, I saw the face of the same tyrant
who humiliated my beloved in front of me.

Now I knew the name. He was the reason we ended up here in this reality.
Because of him, we could not end our lives happily. His eyes full of
hatred were imprinted not on my consciousness. Opening my eyes, I felt
the taste of blood on my lips.

"I must fulfill my revenge."

That day, I finally made my decision. I knew that I would commit a

crime for which I would also bear the consequences.

(2007-08)

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To protect yourself and your loved ones, a person must be strong. There is
no need to be afraid, because fear is what brings us to defeat. That's what
I thought.

Since the new year, we have increasingly started to imagine that we are
being watched. At first, I thought it was my paranoia. I could worry for no
reason, this happened quite often.

Unfortunately, Dara confirmed my fears. The girl said that every time she
goes home, she feels as if someone is following her.

My heart was filled with anxiety. I held her in my arms, trying to calm her
hysteria. It hurt me to see how tears of fear flowed down the face of the
eternally happy Dara.

I understood that all people are different. There are those who simply do
not feel any sympathy for others. Arrogant, insensitive bastards who need
to get what they want.

"I won't let anyone touch you, Dara."

We agreed that from now on, I would go out with her every morning. Late
in the evening, the girl's father would bring her home. This way, we
would be calmer and no one would worry.
I thought that this would really help. It hurts to realize that even so, we
couldn't avoid trouble.

Dara: Leave me alone! I told you that I don't want to go anywhere!

- Why are you so stubborn? Can't you see that I came with a gift? - The man
continued to pursue her, thinking that sooner or later she would agree to his
conditions.

Dara: I don't need your money. Take your damn hands off me! - She
continued to fight him off, but he grabbed her so hard that she screamed in
pain.

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She was supposed to meet friends that evening. I couldn't go with her
because my mother had gotten worse after a recent illness. We agreed that I
would come for her when I finished helping in my old house.

When I arrived, I saw only an unconscious body covered in bruises and a

shadow that was quickly moving away from it.

Aom: Oh my god.. no.. Dara? Can you hear me? - I grabbed her with my
arms. She was alive, but exhausted. That was the first time I felt how strong
the hatred inside me could be. I wanted to kill the one who did this to her. I
was even more angry at the people who couldn't protect her. That day, I
realized that I couldn't trust even my friends.

(1968)

I was sitting in a cafe, admiring the girl across from me. It was as if she had
completely forgotten how hard her life was. Dara was smilingly telling me
about the beautiful butterfly she saw today. It was so childish, but I liked
seeing her like that. I didn't want that smile to disappear for a moment.

Dara: I'm so glad you invited me to join you.

Aom: Actually, I wanted to discuss something with you... - I put the cup of
coffee back on the table. - Tell me, would you like to go exploring the
world?

Dara: You mean traveling? Of course, I think it would be nice to relax,

visiting other regions. I'm sure they are as beautiful as here.

Aom: I'm asking you because... I want you to leave with me.

The girl became serious, but her eyes looked scared. She became quiet, as
if she didn't understand why I was telling her this. I touched her hand, in a
gentle gesture. Now we are sitting in a quiet corner, people are not paying
any attention to us.

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Dara: You know that I can't...

Aom: You can. I have a strange and rather risky plan. I don't think you will
take me seriously, but... I want to help us get rid of the problem. This
problem is in the house you live in.

Dara: And... What are you going to do? - Her voice trembled, but she
continued to look me straight in the eyes. I saw a small fire that was born in
her. This desire that she will not be able to resist.

Aom: You can think that I am crazy or believe every word I say. It's
important to me that you listen carefully.

Dara: Okay.., I'm listening. Tell me everything. - She responded with the
same gesture, running her fingers over my skin.

Aom: I remembered some events from our past life. I had no doubt that I
knew you, that I already loved you. After all, these feelings are real. - I
looked at my own reflection in the cup. - We must take revenge on the one
who separated us Dara. I want to commit the murder of your fiancé.

These words flashed through my head. When I looked at the girl again, I
understood. She remembered me and that night, because tears were
streaming down her eyes again.

(2007-08)

Already a week has passed since that terrible day. I didn't allow Dara to
leave the house. The police said they were looking for this man, but so far
without success. I didn't believe a word. I knew they had found him a long
time ago.

My hands stroked the girl's hair. I left kisses on every part of her skin. She
looked at me with longing. It hurt her to watch me try to heal the mental
pain that could not be relieved.

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Dara: You look tired. How many days have you not slept properly?

Aom: I don't know, it's not that important... - I leaned my head against her
chest, continuing to kiss her hands. - I feel uneasy. I'm afraid I can't do
anything to help you.

Dara: It's not like that, you always help me. You make my life full of joy.
I'm grateful to the world that we met.

Aom: If this world gave us happiness, why is he trying to destroy it now?

Dara: You know that we can't control other people's actions. I don't know
what was on that crazy man's mind.

Aom: He's terrible, but he keeps getting away with everything. Why?
Because he's rich? Because he has connections?

Dara: There's no point in thinking about it. Please, forget about everything
for a minute. Relax in my arms and try to sleep.

Aom: I'm afraid that if I sleep, I'll see a nightmare again.

Dara: Trust me, Aom. You are safe with me and no nightmares can disturb
you. I will hold you all night long. - Her words turned into a whisper.

She put her hand on my head, stroking it slowly. The girl did it on purpose
to calm me down. I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent. Dara is the most
important person for me. Her skin warmed my body, and her voice my
soul.

I had a dream about how we met each other on the beach. She stands in the
distance, watching the waves. Like a mirage that is about to disappear.

I walk towards her. Once I am close, I feel something native, already

familiar. Only in this dream, we were different.

"How long has this been going on?"

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

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 "Sunday"

(2008)

Destruction. A fall in a dream that makes us wake up in horror. Our hands

clutch the darkness, our hearts shatter into tiny pieces. The pain that I can't
feel physically penetrates our souls. This is a fight that we will lose before
we even start.

Smoke fills the room. I feel like I'm suffocating. Dara tries to open the door,
but she can't. This is a bad idea. My eyes unsuccessfully search for another
exit. The realization comes to me that it's night.

Fire. Someone deliberately decided to kill us. I immediately think of the

man who caused us a lot of trouble before. If his revenge was to separate
me from my beloved girl... In that case, he's a fool. A soul that thirsts for
someone else's blood can never find forgiveness.

We start coughing, realizing that we are about to suffocate. At one point, I

see the ceiling collapse right above us. The whole picture around me
changes. For a moment, it seems to me that I am losing consciousness.

My body is burning, I feel like the debris of my old house is pressing on

me. It is getting dark in my eyes, very soon I will lose consciousness.

The muffled voices around me merge into one single stream. The noise
in which I cannot distinguish anything, is moving further and further
away.

You are lying next to me, covered in blood. Tears are running down my
face, my throat is squeezed with pain. With my last strength, I touch your
hand. Cold as ice fingers have become completely pale.

- I will find you.. in the next life.. Dara.. wait for me.

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When I died I was twenty-seven years old.

(1968)

Sometimes just one match is enough to start a fire that will be impossible to
put out. Crossing the threshold, I look for a clue with my eyes. Dara did as I
asked her. I had the opportunity to enter someone else's house at night
without attracting attention. As if in a fairy tale, I watch and wait for the
right time to leave.

She said that her "boyfriend", whose name was disgusting to pronounce,
would sleep in their shared bedroom on the second floor. From the mere
mention of her being forced to share a bed with him, everything inside me
shrank from anger and resentment.

The girl said she would get up and go out into the hallway at 2 a.m. She
would wait for me so that we could escape together. Now I had to pour
gasoline in inconspicuous places, and then draw a path straight to the stairs.

My hands were shaking with anticipation. I wanted to see this bastard burn
before our eyes. Hear his cries of begging. He would dream of forgiveness
that was not given to him.

"I know what you did to us in the past. Now you must atone for your guilt
with your own blood and suffering."

Very soon I hear quiet steps, turning my head I see Dara. She was in her
nightgown. Even in this darkness, I could see all the beauty and grace in
her. Coming closer, she throws herself into my arms.

Dara: I'm so scared, Aom. What if we're making a mistake? - Her body is
shaking, she needs my warm hands now. I stroke her hair, calm her
down.

Aom: Everything will be fine, trust me. You need to change your
clothes. We have a long way to go. Please, we have no time to waste.

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She pulls away and obediently runs into the other room. I listen carefully to
catch the footsteps of others. Her fiancé is still asleep. When the girl
returns, we will begin our show... A performance for which we will have to
sacrifice a lot.

The canister is empty. My fingers tightly clutch the matchbox.

The image of Dara lying dead under the rubble appears before my eyes.
This is proof that I must change the course of events. In this reality, she will
live.

Minute by minute, I watch the hand on the clock. Biting my nails, I restrain
my urge to check where the girl went. Luckily, as soon as I thought about
her, Dara came back to me. She came out in new clothes, holding a large
bag in her hands. The only thing that hadn't changed was the hair clip in her
hair.

Aom: Are you ready?

Dara: I'm ready if you promise to hold my hand.

Aom: All my life, I will hold your hand, giving you my love and care. I
swear to you this.

Today is Sunday. The last day of the week. We will start tomorrow as
completely different people. New people, new places of this crazy world
and new feelings that we will give together will be waiting for us.

All this will go into the past and will not leave a trace. We have a whole
night to say goodbye to this reality and a day to prepare ourselves before
moving on.

I light a match and throw it on the floor. One second and a flame appears
before my eyes. Beauty that scares me to the point of pain, fascinates,
causing admiration.

We leave the house very quickly. Even from a distance, I could feel that the
trapped person was now screaming in despair. A smile appeared on my
face

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as I turned around to look at the burning house once more.

Dara stopped with me, but unlike me, her face was full of horror. It was as
if she did not see the same beautiful picture as me. Her hands held me
tightly, tears began to flow down her face.

Aom: This is your freedom. You don't have to cry. You should be happy. We
did this for our love. This is retribution for him taking away our happiness.

Dara: I'm scared, Aom. I feel like my whole body is about to collapse to the
ground...

Aom: Even if you can't walk, I can carry you in my arms myself. - Her face
is now full of sadness. - Trust me, Dara. This is the beginning of our
journey.

"There is a theory that time is infinite."

No matter how many faces you change during all your reincarnations, I
will always recognize you. We are like magnets that will forever be drawn
to each other. Knowing how much we have to go through, I can calmly
breathe deeply while holding your hand.

A soul that thirsts for someone else's blood can never find forgiveness. After
all, all sins must be atoned for. We become stronger by finding peace only
after forgiveness. Forgiveness and humility.

When we make a mistake, we fall into a new cycle.

Muffled voices are heard from the sides. I have difficulty breathing and I
have no idea where I am right now. My eyes close in reaction to the
sunlight. Someone is holding me in their arms. Raising my head, I see the
face of an incredibly beautiful girl.

What happened? I don't remember... I don't remember anything.

- You passed out right in the middle of the road. What is your name?

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- My name? - My ears are still ringing. After thinking for a while, I
still answer her. - My name is Aom...

- Nice to meet you, Aom. You can call me Dara, I'll take you to the
hospital now. I hope you can walk to my car?

I look around. Many people pass by us, they all seem unusual to me. It
seems to me that I am in a place where I should not be.

Aom: Can I ask a question? - I want to sit up, but my body has lost all
strength.

Dara: Of course, but I ask you not to strain yourself now. - She helps me.

An uneasy feeling appears in my chest. An inexplicable panic that makes it

hard for me to ask. I have to know.

Aom: What year is it? - My voice trembled.

Dara: You don't remember? - The girl looks at me in surprise. - Do

you really have amnesia? So you really did get hit hard.. Forgive me, I
just didn't expect it. Of course, I'll answer. It's April, Monday 2018.

Maybe I'm going crazy, but it seems to me that this is not just like that. Her
voice seems familiar to me. Meeting her restless gaze, a familiar feeling
awakens in me.

Aom: Oh, you have a beautiful hairpin...I think I've seen this accessory
before.

We walk through time, losing our own memories. We need to find

answers to questions that are locked from our consciousness. Only when
we meet a kindred spirit, we notice the clues.

Love is a weakness that made me stronger....

-----The End----

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SEVEN DAYS WITH YOU, MY LOVE

Author, Artist and Translator - Kasika Kattiya

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