|| A Foreigner in Danger || <VMIN x OC>

Annyeong London!

Tuesday morning.

I could feel weight on my king size bed.

I half opened my eyes and saw the morning sun shining bright.

Mum was sitting on the edge of my bed and Dad dressed already standing next to her smiling at me aswell.

Wow, am I dreaming?

"Haha, ttal you aren't dreaming" Dad laughed, reading my mind.

I managed to open my mouth, "what time is it?"

"8 am darling, do you have everything ready my sweetheart?" Mum stroked back my bangs and drew circles with her slender fingers on my forehead, ahh that feeling brought back so many happy memories.

Just then I remembered our flight was at 12 noon. I had packed everything on Friday and said goodbye to everyone at school yesterday.

They all looked sad, even Ryan gave me a farewell peck.

All my teachers wished me luck and were sad to see a straight A student leave.

My friends said they didn't have time to buy me presents so we all secretly missed the afternoon periods and went to town.

Ryan took me to eat from our fave sushi place and then we watched Frozen, I felt like a happy kid.

As soon as we came out, the girls rushed to me with huge bags filled with goodbye gifts, big good luck balloons and a massive card, with individual messages.

They made me happier than I had ever been.

I felt guilty for not feeling as attached as I should have for the years I knew them.

We finally took pictures in the park and played on the swings, laughing and joking about everything whilst remembering all the drama that had happened.

I came home before midnight after we all cried our goodbyes-- and yes I shed some tears too.

Everyone knows I hardly ever cry or get upset, life is too quick to think about things for so long that you end up crying.

Life is too short to get attached to people who will leave anyway.

Why does water even come out of your eyes when you are sad or happy? I just don't think water should be the sign of how we feel.

Feelings should be felt, not seen. The whispers of the heart should connect with each other.

Ahhh whisper of the heart, my favourite film EVER. Studio Ghibli, YOU ROCK!

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I got dressed and made sure I had everything packed.

Especially my iPhone, iPod, iPad and iMac. I was a major Apple and SNS obsessor and I loved writing on my blog about all the feelings I couldn't think out loud.

I have a really good fan following, but noone knows it by my real name, just a fake.

I could never expose myself or anything about the real me other than the stories and experiences I so desperately needed to tell someone.

To be honest, I can't even remember half the things that have happened in my life.

My childhood is a blur and all I know is that I'm too easily adaptable. It's not good.

Like, anyone in my position would be throwing a million questions at Dad.

Moving to the other side of the world is no joke, even if that is your native country. Everything is different. The people, atmosphere, streets, fashion and lifestyle.

So why wasn't it bugging me?

Why, if anything, was I slightly pleased to move to Daegu?

I am a mess.

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It was nearly time for our flight, me and Mum hugged so tightly.

"I'm going to miss you oh so much my flower, I love you so much. Please please FaceTime me everyday, I have survived up till now by seeing you grow. Although I won't be with you, just know you are my heart. Look after yourself and that is how I will be able to survive." I had never seen Mum so broken.

But why was she letting me go so easily?

I could sense she wasn't making this up, she was genuinely going to miss me, but why isn't she at least stopping me?

On Friday when Dad broke the news, she was too collected about it all. Usually she would fight and fuss if we were even going on holiday together, but this is me, her only daughter; her only child MOVING to Korea.

Something wasn't right. I had too many unanswered questions that I didn't even want answered.

I'm better in the dark, I'm worried the light will burn.

But I was going to miss her so much...

At last, Dad came out and told me to sit with the driver who had just about fit our massive suitcases in the car.

"Sorry about that, we are moving" I said apologetically.

"No worries little lady, where you heading?" he gave me a friendly smile whilst heaving the last bag in the car boot.

"Korea" I answered back.

"Erm.. enjoy it I guess!" He didn't know how to react, it was pretty funny.

We both laughed awkwardly as he turned the car on.

I looked back and saw they were hugging tighter than ever.

I guess Dad hadn't even seen Mum break down like that so he stroked her hair and soothed her.

I was worried. Should we leave her in this state?

But Dad was such a superman. When they pulled away, she was smiling again. Woah, how did he do that?

He should go on the KBS show, 'Return of Superman' but he has no young kids. Unless he takes me, but that's such a silly thought, wtf Jas.

Mum was waving and shouting goobye and good luck to me. She ran to the car and told me to call her at the aiport, and as soon as we would land.

I nodded and sniffed silently.

The car drove off down our road and I kept turning back until her figure had disappeared in the horizon.

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