Chapter 4: First Archetype!
All he could see was a smile.
It wasn't your average smirk that anyone could replicate. That honest expression was one of a kind; calling it irresistible would be an understatement.
Jung had a hard time remembering her smell, voice, or even face, but that laugh never left his memory.
It happened in his first life, the girl he loved was everything to him, but against overwhelming fate, he—a mere human—was powerless.
He knew it was a dream, a remnant of a world he'd left behind, yet its echoes still haunted his mind.
Seeing her smile one more time was the only reason he could sleep peacefully.
But his heavy breaths were brutally interrupted.
"Brother, wake up! It's morning," Elara shouted as she dropped onto his stomach.
Jung jumped up from his bed and caught his sister, striking her forehead.
His dream left his recollection, but the feelings were still present.
His misty eyes were proof of that, and he thought his almost six-year-old sister had inflicted it.