You're Hyesun Park, and you just moved to Korea to live by yourself in a nice, cozy apartment in the heart of Seoul. You lived in the States, but you hated it there. You were reminded of all those horrible memories that you didn't want to bring back...
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I woke up drenched in sweat.
Ugh. I hated that nightmare. It always comes and stays for a few weeks, leaves, then comes back.
Those are times I don't need to be reminded of.
I glanced over at my clock. Okay, good. It was only 5:40. I still had an hour before I had to leave for my first day of work at a company called BigHit or something.
The first thing I knew I had to do was shower, because dear Lord, I was feeling like Niagara Falls with the amount of sweat I was somehow able to produce. Jesus. All this salt could probably feed America for a month.
I took a quick shower and dried my hair. Now it was time for clothes.
I should probably wear something somewhat presentable, right? I'm usually wearing leggings and a hoodie of some sort, since I prefer comfort over class.
Anyway, I should probably wear a dress or blouse, huh. Ugh. I hate dressing up.
I went over to my closet and looked for something relatively nice to wear, and found a sweater-dress that I forgot I had. It was a pretty beige, and it had a brown belt in the middle.
Good enough.
For shoes, I just decided to match with the brown belt and wear a pair of brown high-heeled boots, and grabbed a brown bag to take with me. Ah, I forgot. Accessories.
I went over to my jewelry drawer and found a gold bracelet and a pair of pearl stud earrings. It'll do.
(outfit:)
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I glanced at the time on my phone. 6:20. Good. I still had twenty minutes before I would have to leave.
Deciding to be early for the first day, I did my hair casually and put it in a messy bun, and left my apartment, locking the door.
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I had decided to go a longer route that passed through a pretty street lined with cherry blossom trees. I walked slowly, closing my eyes and breathing in the fresh air that was tinted with the scent of the blossoms. I sat down on one of the benches off to the side and sighed.
Everywhere I looked I saw couples, holding hands, smiling, laughing. I chuckled quietly to myself. Lucky they must be, having someone to rely on and someone to love them.
I realized that I hadn't felt any happiness in a very long time.
The cherry trees that probably looked so beautiful and breathtaking to everyone else just looked dreary to me. I felt no joy. I could see that they were pretty. So pretty, in fact, that I could've sat there all day and been content looking at the blossoms fall like snowflakes. But I felt no happiness. No urge to really, truly smile.
