Same World

"Door?"

Theo still didn't understand what the picture of the door meant, he looked at Damian who looked calm. Does this man know what this picture means?

"You know?"

Damian nodded slowly, turning the pages of the book "that door is like a portal and I am here because of that door" Damian answered casually.

Theo was confused, what did Damian mean? Portals? Was it that important that he was here?

"Don't tell me something caused the portal to be created so you can be here!?"

Damian nodded again "I thought so too since I was in my bedroom at first"

Theo shook his head in disbelief at what he just thought "because of that woman you told me about!?"

Damian nodded again, but this time he showed a look full of anger. Of course, Theo knew the reason Damian was so angry, it was because of the woman he mentioned earlier. From a long time ago, Damian would show anger when he talked about the woman who often appeared in his dreams.

And that was why Theo said that Damian would show his heart when discussing matters related to the reason he was trapped in this world. It was possible that from the beginning the woman in Damian's dream wanted to show or tell Damian things that Damian didn't know.

But it was just a thought without evidence that kept Theo from saying it. Choosing to remain silent with a gaze that fell on writing that he did not understand.

"That's writing in your world?" asked Theo, taking a good look at the writing.

Damian nodded "yes and I'm grateful because the language used is the language where I live"

'Why does it feel familiar'

"Are you interested in learning it?" Damian asked looking at Theo who looked interested in his language.

"Not!"

Theo moved to his feet, shook his head before leaving Damian looking confused. Staring in the direction of the departure of the man who had helped him so much that he was surprised by a shout from Theo.

The book was thrown, running towards Theo who had fallen on the ground. Staring worriedly at the figure of a man who often annoyed him and ended up unable to do anything because he didn't understand.

"Theo!" Damian made a sound, calling Theo's name repeatedly before he saw a red light emerging from Theo's body.

Damian panicked, even more, staring in disbelief at what was happening right now. His hand moved to touch Theo's shoulder before he was startled by Theo's scream of pain.

'Actually, why is this!'

His hands were shaking, floating in the air with the fear that something bad would happen to Theo. It didn't take long for a book to fall onto his palm, it opened wide revealing a page filled with things Damian was curious about.

It was his orange one, and Damian could see a picture of the same red stone as the one in his pocket. His hand reached into his pocket, taking out the stone he had picked up that day. Picked the red stone before he placed it in Damian's heart.

The red light began to fade to be replaced by the unconscious Theo. The stone also disappeared without a trace leaving Damian speechless with a blank stare, unable to believe what he had just seen even though that was the reality.

His body fell with various thoughts that made him unable to think clearly. Ignoring everything until he saw a familiar image.

His beads rounded, taking as many breaths as he could before pulling the book closer to him "this can't be!"

Could he believe this, that Theo turned out to be...

"Uh..."

Damian was taken aback, closed the book tightly then moved to his feet with a gaze directed at Theo. Seeing the fiery red eyeballs starting to show their shape well, occasionally the bead blinked with a hand touching his head.

Theo moved to his feet, looked at Damian with a pained look "what happened?" he asked quietly.

Damian didn't answer, choosing to leave leaving Theo who was confused by the man's attitude. Grimaced for the umpteenth time before starting to walk towards the cave where they would sleep tonight. Choosing to lean against the cave wall with a bead that couldn't be separated from staring at Damian.

He just felt weird, like he had just forgotten something important but he couldn't remember. All he remembered was the pain in his head and then fainting, and an incident that felt familiar to him but strange to him.

"Damian.."

Damian was taken aback, hiding his orange book before looking at Theo "why?"

"I should be the one asking, do you think you're hiding something from me?" Theo looked at Damian with an intense gaze, it was all because he was sure that there was something Damian was hiding.

They were no strangers considering they had been together for over fifty days and Theo was well aware of Damian's expressions and actions when he was restless. He was very sure that Damian knew something he didn't.

"There is no!" Damian replied quickly, pulling his hand for him to use as a pillow and then lying down with his back to Theo.

Theo chose to remain silent, staring at Damian without intending to say anything. He took a deep breath before looking at the dark cave "That language, I know" Theo said with his gaze back to Damian.

The purple bead opened wide, his body stiffened at hearing the thing he had known just a moment ago. This doesn't make sense, but it's the reality. That Theo was not from this world, he was just like himself.

They were both from the same world, but what Damian couldn't believe was the figure of Theo who didn't seem panicked like him. Even though he clearly remembers how he panicked and couldn't understand the situation he got when he realized he was changing dimensions.

Theo looked like someone familiar with this world, and this was impossible. Then what he saw earlier was wrong, where he saw Theo who was standing in front of a tall building with a cell phone in his hand.

Damian got up, staring at the man's red bead. He let out a rough breath before he took out the orange-bound book "then why don't you remember about our world?"

Theo shook his head slowly "if I knew then I wouldn't be who I am now"

What Theo said was true, there might be a reason the same as he was here. But Damian was curious at this moment, curious about Theo's figure.