Homeless Vain

52

The 3-day rule.

Chanhee had been nudging me for an explanation about it. Never once had I seen him so desperate like that.

Cute.

But instead of explaining, I asked him to patiently wait and see. For something interesting would make its appearance.

3 days and I'll be going home.

It was a promise I made for myself. Those 3 days were all I needed, and everything will be over for real afterward.

That Ivy would be back.

It was surely a big leap I was taking but somehow the thought of it was enjoyable. This familiar feeling reminded me of the day I held the very first book of mine.

Moving but it made you eagerly want to do more.

And right now, on the final day, sitting at the cafe of the chalet - cold night breeze blowing alongside the view of the starry dark sky, I stared at the living laptop screen across me, a file from Google Docs was looking back.

The draft of my latest Work In Progress. The one that I should've submitted to Sangyeon for reviews - Kevin Moon as the reference, but eventually got abandoned because I'd lost all the motivation.

Anyway, it was back, staring at me with thousands of words filling up the screen.

A girl who's wishing to be the star.

A wave of emotions crashed over me as I recalled the plan I had for this book. How hopeful the character was, eagerly wanting to be the moon's star.

But, in the end, she failed. Star was never meant for her but the sun. And knowing very well the sun and the moon would never be together.

I took some moments scrolling down the contents to its last page, hoping that I could remember every single alphabet I'd done typing while being delusional.

"It's the time," I said under my breath, fingers hovering over the keyboards. It was nerve-wracking - I swore, regardless I must do it.

Taking one last breath, I moved my fingers to the ctrl and A keys, pushing them once at the same time, blue highlights picking up all the words written.

And the last button - delete.

Gone.

A blank page like the first day I created this file. No words tainted, just white and plain.

I smiled the widest, slightly chuckling behind it. Deleting them by all means; I'd deleted all the delusions I created myself thinking that a happy ending was possible.

This was the new beginning, the new start.

We tend to forget that in this world, not everyone will get a happy ending. Not everyone will have their fairy tale fulfilled. There were still some people who lived their lives hoping for a better tomorrow but never got the same ending as they expected.

The bad and the good endings are living together in this society.

And I'll be changing the plot of my project to how the sun who was lonely, who was hoping for a partner like how the moon got the star, still managed to keep going, radiating its happiness to others.

The sun might be lonely, but in the end, its presence had helped many and somehow made them realize that that was the real victory.

Kevin probably won't be reciprocating my feeling but I shouldn't have stayed here resenting and questioning. There were still many people supporting me like crutches, helping me to keep going.