She's Back (Sequel Of FUBU and CBHM)

SB1 - Its Been A Year and A Half

CHAPTER 1

SEULGI

Life has a habit of looping back on itself. It would be ideal if there was a clear path forward–we'd always know where we were going and would always be able to move forward while leaving everything else behind. There would only be the present and the future. Rather, we always end up back where we started.

When we try to move forward, we take a step back. We carry everything with us, and the weight exhausts us to the point of quitting.

We forget things when we try to remember them. Things we'd rather forget come back to haunt us. The most terrifying aspect of recollection is that you have no choice. It has unfathomably mastered the art of forgetting. It smudges, erases, and fills in gaps with fictitious details.

But, regardless of how we remember it––or choose to remember it––the past is the foundation of our lives. If it didn't support us, we'd have nothing to guide us. We spend so much time anticipating what will happen next that we lose sight of what has already occurred. What defines us is where we've been, not where we're going.

Even if we never see those places or people again, or if we move on and let them go, they will always be a part of who we are.

Some things will never change, and we will always keep them with us. However, in order to find our power in the unknown future, we must learn to let go of things. What was the point of being able to forgive when you both knew deep down that you'd never forget?

When I say I'm going to forget you, I know it's difficult to forget someone I've ever known. What I really want is to forget about you. I'm implying that it's what I hope for rather than what is or will ever be.

I've never given up; I simply forgot how much I adore you. I'm reminded of how much I adore you every time I look at you.

I'm trapped in the midst of a raging furnace of loneliness. I'm sinking into a dark pit known as heartbreak. Regret is the tornado that wreaks havoc on my life and tears it apart. Still, I'm convinced that the only thing that can get me through this is my love for you.

I was surprised to hear someone knock on my office door. "Could you please come in?" I stated that I would use the intercom installed outside my door. I also did not hire any secretaries to accommodate those who will seek me out when I am not present.

I straighten up and clasp my hands in my stomach while looking at the door, but no one is coming in, which makes my eyes roll. "If you don't want to come in, leave. Jisoo, don't bother me today."

The people standing outside the door laughed, and she eventually entered the room. If you're wondering how I know who's outside, there's a monitor where I can see them. Lisa advised us to have this one, especially since our restaurant has been divided into three floors, with me assigned to the top floor.

Joy is on the second floor, and Wendy is on the first. And because of so many blessings last year, we now have other branches here in Seoul to different cities, which keeps me busy because I volunteered to roam and check out every restaurant.

"It's far too early in the morning for you to be having a bad day. Make a happy face." She stated. "What do you require?" I ask her, but I don't even answer her question.

"Wait, let me make a complaint first." Because your elevator isn't working, I took the stairs here, and you won't offer me a seat or even a glass of water? What a wonderful friend you are." I wanted to laugh at her rant, but I restrained myself. "Did you know we have another elevator? Why didn't you use it?And the fridge is open, so feel free to help yourself if you're thirsty."