"This distance between you and I cannot be closed in with my motorcycle. But if you just return my love we will be closer than ever."
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Maeve, a young girl, temporarily relocates to South Korea. During her stay, she encounters her cousin, who...
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P R O L O G U E
"Maeve, I think it's about time we have a talk. We're moving to Seoul for your father's work. It's okay though, I know you will miss your friends and all that but the move's only temporary. We will return to LA. Whilst we're at Seoul you can even meet my side of the family!"
My eyes fall as she speaks, so many thoughts rush into my head. Why did she just pour it all on me at once? I can't even speak Korean that well! Glancing back up at her, the sun shines blinding me for a short second, my hand moves in an instant to barricade the light as my eyes squint.
She looks so excited, I can't ruin this for her.
"Okay Mom, but when are we going?" I ask as I try to remain calm, lightly biting on my tongue.
"In a few hours."
"WHAT!?"
The hand that was once covering my eyes slams against my mouth and I bounce up from the couch. "I think you're overreacting Maeve," my mom says as she watches me walk back and forth around the living room while I tug my hair agitatedly.
"Why would you tell me so late? I can't even say bye to my friends or pack my stuff!"
"Just leave them a message," she lets out leading my head to spin her direction immediately, "And your suitcase is already packed, I packed it for you already darl."
"Mom, that's not right, I need to give them a proper goodbye," I say lastly before slinging my coat on and slipping my feet in my shoes.
Rain fall onto my shoulders as soon as I step out of my house, cars rush over the cracked roads as I make my way through the busy streets of Los Angeles. I speed to my friends house, having to walk through the sketchy alleyways that are always filled with a strong scent of weed and smoke. Gangsters lean against the graffiti-stained walls and I glue my eyes to the crooked path to avoid trouble.
As I turn the corner, my friend's house comes into sight and my steps gradually speed up so I can reach her sooner. That's when I spot her door slowly opening and her head pops out of the frame.
