I looked at my ticket; SIN (Singapore) to SEL (Seoul). I felt great leaving everything behind; this feeling of autonomy. My life was rather tragic. Mom died when I was 7, Dad remarried soon after. Stepmother have two daughters; the eldest is 7 years older and the other one is 4 years younger. The three of them shared a common trait; y. I was so glad to live in campus as I entered Middle School. It was quite ironic because I seemed pretty well off; rich, pretty and ideal, but inside I was broken. I always felt burdened to interact with the girls at my school. Everybody felt so fake. Thinking back, I felt disgusted of myself, but I guess that was a way to survive. Nobody in the family cared enough for me, but that was alright; I was used to it. Dad sent me to Singapore to study. I picked up English there and met some good friends, but happinesss always come to an end; I decided to leave. No one knew about my decision because it was very sudden. I was glad to be able to find an appartment at a cheap price, but I needed a roommate because living alone was really boring. I did not worry about the money because Dad provided me a credit card. It did not take me much time to find the other roommate, she seemed alright. 

I enjoyed the flight. It took around 6 hours to get me back to Seoul. As I arrived, I was immediately headed to the appartment. I did not have much stuffs because I was always living in campus. I was excited to decorate the place. I hoped that the roommate would have similar tastes to mine. It was a renovated three story building, there was the main door to access to the different floors. The tenant of the bottom floor seemed to have a cute personality. I suppose it is a female student in her twenties, because she had painted the door in sky blue and it was written welcome home on it. I went up the stairs to head to my place. The owner, which also seemed around my age but probably older, had left the doors open for me and the keys would be in the appartment. I opened the door and it had a refreshing smell of chrysanthemum. The living room was small, but there was two rooms and I checked them out. There were identical, both had a small wardrobe and they shared the same balcony. The toilet was accessible from the living room and it had a tubshower; perfect for when I would need to relax but also when I would need to rush out. There was also a small kitchen with a big fridge. I loved the place. I already knew which furnitures would belong where. First, a couch in the middle of the living room, with a TV in front of it. Of course, a bookshelf, because I planned on reading a lot. A small table by the small kitchen, lots of very useful cooking tools, very cute sets of plates and cups. 

At first Hwasa gave me a bad feeling, but I shook it off from me because she was the most ideal roommate I found. I remember she arrived at 5 as the sun set along with the moving truck. Yet I never would have expected what would had happened between the four of us at that time.