Run • Han Jisung OS III

Run

"Why did you have to come into my life that night on the bridge if you're going to leave anyway?"

"Because I had the same plan as you." She says before walking away from me again.

Her words only left me confused and yet those was the last words she left me the night of my birthday. I felt the hope inside me fade away like the fire I blew on the candle she gave me where even smoke never remained. 

Mindless my feet lead me to an empty court where I screamed until my throat hurt. The minute I understood her words was the same I couldn't stop feeling so suffocated.

She saved me and yet she doesn't even see me as a person who could help her.

I felt so useless, everytime l had a look at myself in the mirror I saw a tired peron. My heart wants it to get better, I wanted to but the days only passed by.

The morning is a fresh start for some people, but instead of working I made excuses after excuses to stay secluded.  Then it happened. I lost my chance to become an artist, I was taken off the list. The cherry on top of my problems, it completely shattered me.

Have you ever felt the need of going to a field alone to just sit still there? Scream there? Fall apart and want to be free.

When that wasn't enough, I wanted to throw myself into the open sea. Swim leisurely into the unknown world.

Before I could lose myself entirely, my cousin made an intervention. He checked in on me, he was the only person left. Slowly, he helped me get back to the simplest habits and self care.

It was hard at first, but after months, I finally believed the compliment I was forced to tell myself every morning.

Soon, I had found a way to get up by an opportunity to build something. A way for me to pour out all my frustrations. Song writing.

I decided to put everything in line for my dream. I went on a few gigs in cafes and restaurants as a singer, on one occasion somebody recorded me and uploaded it online. A lot of people commented compliments and encouragements for the unknown guy singing in a black hoodie.

It got me thinking of the chance I may make it on the internet. Under a hidden identity, I constantly uploaded my music and got some followers. When I saw their support, I released a single that blew up on a social media platform.

J-One, that's how they internet knew me. I wanted to be popular of course, but I knew I also wanted to protect my freedom. Everyone only saw a guy with a black mask.

Plenty of companies offered me to sign with them but I didn't want to work for anybody. I had a clouded mind but I knew what I wanted.

With the money I accumulated from online promotions and sales, I have an on going recording studio. I hired a manager and song producer to work with me. If it all works out I may just build a talent company.

So if you could tell, I'm doing good usually, I just face a stumbles on the way. I just hit a pretty hard one yesterday.

"Hey dummy, you're spacing out again." Jamie says, she's my partner in song producing.

"Oh I-I'm sorry, what were we talking about again?" I say before quickly turning off the stove and seeing the fries almost burnt up. They sat on my kitchen, bringing noise to my afternoon.

"I'm talking to you about a potential top investor. There's going to be a business event he is setting up and he wants to meet you."

"Why can't you go?"