Anne pressed her forehead up against the small window and tried to ignore the churning in her gut as the plane prepared for takeoff. Her breathing became shallow as it picked up speed, flying down the runway. Was this really the right thing to do?
Yes.
This was for the best. She had to go.
She squeezed her eyes closed and fought to calm her erratic heartbeat. Honestly, she was surprised it was even beating at all anymore. It had been broken and beaten beyond repair, and what little parts of it that were left working, she was leaving behind in Seoul.
Once the plane was in the air, she opened her eyes and turned back to the window, pressing a hand against the cold glass.
"Goodbye..." she whispered, watching the city fade away in the distance.
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15 hours and 38 minutes later, she found herself standing outside of LaGuardia airport, trying in vain to hail a taxi. Finally, after twenty minutes of trying and failing, she was finally fast enough to scuttle in front of a group of European tourists and snag the next taxi in the queue. She stuffed her two gigantic suitcases in the backseat and then squeezed herself in next to them, barely leaving room to fasten her seatbelt.
She gave the driver directions to her new apartment building and then sat back, finally allowing herself a moment to take it all in. She was here in New York City–an entire world away from Seoul, South Korea and her family. She missed them already, but she was also beginning to finally let herself give in to the excitement of it all.
A kernel of anticipation began to bubble up in her stomach, fighting against the sorrow that had taken up residence there.
This was exactly what she needed. A fresh start.
She had been accepted into the graduate program for Managerial Finance at NYU as well as granted an internship at City National Bank. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and just what she needed to forget her hurtful past. She'd spend all of her time learning and focusing on building a new career for herself. A new dream.
There'd be no time for sorrow or regret.
As she stared out the window of the taxi at the bustling crowds of people and tall buildings, she willed herself to forget. To forget all that she had and all that lost in Seoul and to embrace the new.
It was time to begin again.
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Love Again
FanfictionDo you ever really forget your first love? Even if they caused you so much pain that your life's trajectory changed drastically? Anne left Seoul five years ago to attend her dream school... and to heal her broken heart. But then tragedy strikes her...
