PASSERBY

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"Who are you?"
"Just a passerby."
"Then, pass by."
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Y/n's P.O.V

The wheels of my suitcase rattled furiously against the roughed pavement. All my life I'd been saving money to move here. As I struggled to control my case along the roughed concrete, I slowly found myself drowning in the sway of the city.

Seoul was like a distant dream in the past. Being here now is a surreal utopia.

I sighed of relief and comfort as I window-shopped the nearest stores.

New city. New life. I was looking forward to a fresh outlook on being alive. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find my own purpose in this busy city.

In a quiet book store window, I observed a certain book I was keen to read. The bell above the door jingled as I entered. I promptly headed towards the book I wanted.

I admired the cover and read the blurb.
'My personal story of my attempt of attaining self-love'
The words shone into my eyes like a flash of hope. I smiled to myself and purchased the book.

I hoped the novel could provided a confidence in myself as I moved into the city.

My passion for literature is one of the things that keeps me alive everyday. The simple thought that there are beautiful books that are yet to be read fills me with excitement.

After the book store I wondered round the main streets of Seoul. I found myself in a small park. Still dragging my disobedient suitcase, I trekked through the public garden.

The autumn leaves carpeted the pathways, making my walk difficult as my suitcase collected the dead leaves under it wheels. Taking looks around the park, I found myself in a city square area.

"For fucks sakes!" A loud groan echoed through the place.
Parents narrowed their eyes at the direction of the voice and covered their children's ears.