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[  YEAR < February 2015 > ] — D-day of Kala's move to seoul

A/N : Another pov of kala hihi

⎯⎯ ୨ KALA'S ୧ ⎯⎯

Today's the day. I graduated from the prison— I meant school just yesterday and today is the day where we will leave and I will go with auntie Emilia to move in with them in Seoul. This is probably my first and last time that i'll be packing my whole life in suitcases and boxes...... for now. I can officially say that I don't love packing nor do I dislike it. I'm 50/50 when it comes to moving because its dang stressful alright.



I never thought leaving would feel like this—both heavy and light at the same time. Like I'm peeling away a part of my life and leaving it behind, yet stepping into something I've long fought for.

Just yesterday, I walked out of my school gates for the last time. I didn't cry. I didn't look back. Maybe because I was too used to hiding how I feel. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd finally made peace with walking away from a place that held too many shadows.

Today, I'm packing my entire life into two suitcases, three boxes, and one guitar case. That's it. That's all I'm bringing to Seoul. A new city, a new rhythm. A place where no one knows the full story—just the public version of Kala: the girl with the blunt opinions and the bright smile. The dependable one. The workaholic. The angel in the industry. No one sees the bruises I've carefully covered for years—physically, emotionally. No one knows what I've endured. Except me.

"Are your suitcases and boxes packed in the car?" Calvin oppa asks from the hallway.

I nod. "Yes, oppa. Guitar included."

"Good. Do a last sweep of your room—then we'll head to the airport."

Back in my room, I double-check that everything's unplugged, windows closed. I stare at the empty bed, the posters still on the wall, the faint indent on the floor where I used to dance in secret. The quiet is unfamiliar now. This house was never loud—but today it feels like it's holding its breath for me.

Locking the front door behind me, I don't look back.

 Aunt Emilia, Uncle Nathan, and the rest of my family took the earlier flight to Seoul. The plan to split into two groups was deliberate—fans had caught wind of my move. We knew the risk. I may be good at keeping secrets, but technology isn't on anyone's side these days.