Pieces of Me
Description
If you had to live your life over again, what changes would you make? What choices would you take?
If you had to love all over again, would you follow that same path? Would you make the same mistakes?
Or will you find the strength to let go, to set yourself free at the expense of missing love?
[updated summary:]
So Yeun and Do Hyun have the misfortune of being cursed as star-crossed lovers.
In a previous lifetime they fell in love but was driven apart; a curse caused them never to find each other unless So Yeun manage to change their destiny. So Yeun finds herself transported in a dream each time back to her previous life as Princess Yeun Na to relive their history and the pivotal time that started the curse.
Will she take the same path, find the love she has been looking for and suffer the consequences? Or will she give up this love to set both of them free from the mistakes of the past?
Characters:
Park Hyung Sik - Do Hyun / Prince Hwan Yun
Park Bo Young - So Yeun / Princess Yeun Na
(This story will be different than my reincarnation story one shot.)
A/N:
Another lovestory. A little teaser while I get my thoughts down on paper. Thank you ❤️
Please let me know if you have questions. :)
Foreword
PROLOGUE:
Last night I dreamt I was back home again. It was Spring and the flowers were blooming abundantly on the sidewalk that bordered the stone flagged path. The sun was shining brightly, casting my shadows long before me. I looked around at the empty fields, hearing the loud silence only found in dreams. And I looked for you. Constantly. I looked for traces of you.
I followed the path; I knew where it led. I’ve walked it through many times before. The trees I used to climb as a child looked much the same here in my dreams. The oak tree did not age at all. It did not look like the burnt stump of what is left of it today. My hands touched the gnarled tree, heavy with thick leaves drooping the branches low; my fingers running around its rough-hewn bark reaching, searching until they traced a familiar gouged shape, barely seen, barely there anymore.
If I look closer I can still see the heart we placed there, carving it as it were for safekeeping; our initials with the heart set in between.
But our tree grows old. It grew old taking our hopes with it in the bits and pieces of its bark...shedding them like the fallen leaves, shredding them like unwanted memories.
And as I stood there mourning for this tree that stand tall and mighty in my dreams, I let my tears fall for the tree that would be no more.
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