Eva is an abused schoolgirl who lost her will to live. But her repeated attempts of suicide were unsuccessful and after each attempt her abuse kept multiplying. During one such attempt, she gets an message from an unknown id in her dm - "Pixieuwu":...
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A wave of disbelief washed over me as I stood in the bustling airport, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. I couldn't believe it—I was finally about to embark on my first international flight to Seoul, South Korea. My dream was becoming a reality, thanks to the recent auditions I had nervously participated in, which had led to this incredible opportunity. JYP Entertainment had chosen me.
The morning of my flight had been a whirlwind of emotions. My friend had accompanied me to the airport, her presence a comforting reminder of the kindness I had experienced recently. I clutched the letter from JYP tightly, as if it was a talisman that could ward off the lingering shadows of my past.
"Are you sure you have everything?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "Passports, tickets, and your phone? You'll want to be able to reach out to someone in case of an emergency."
"I think I have it all," I replied, glancing at my backpack one last time. The reality of leaving my old life behind felt surreal, yet thrilling. "I've never been on a plane before. I'm a little nervous."
"It's totally normal to feel that way," she reassured me, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Just remember to breathe. You're going to do amazing things in Korea. This is your chance to create a new future for yourself."
With those encouraging words echoing in my mind, I made my way through security and to my gate. As I sat waiting, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of hope and trepidation. This was a fresh start, an escape from the chaos that had defined my life for so long.
Once on the plane, I settled into my seat, excitement bubbling within me. I gazed out the window as we taxied down the runway, my heart racing in tandem with the airplane's acceleration. I was leaving everything behind—my old life, my adoptive father, and all the pain I had endured. This was a chance to redefine myself, to pursue my passion for performing in a place where dreams were possible.
As the plane took off, the ground beneath me fell away, and with it, my fears seemed to dissipate into the clouds. I was finally free. The thrill of adventure surged through me, and I allowed myself to daydream about the future that awaited me.
The flight attendants served snacks and drinks, but I barely touched them, too absorbed in my thoughts. I watched the world outside transform from bustling cities to sprawling landscapes, the beauty of nature capturing my attention. My mind wandered to the possibilities that awaited me in Seoul—training sessions, rehearsals, and perhaps even performances.
Hours later, we began our descent into Incheon International Airport. I felt a flutter of nerves as we approached the city. This was it—the moment I had been waiting for. I couldn't help but wonder what my life would look like in Korea, who I would meet, and what challenges I would face.
Once the plane landed, I gathered my belongings and joined the flow of passengers heading into the terminal. The air buzzed with excitement, a vibrant energy that made my heart race. As I stepped into the bustling airport, I could hardly believe that I was in a new country, a land of opportunity.
