It’s been a year since my father’s murder. Although he didn’t live with us anymore, his presence was never ignored (not from me, at least. I don’t know about my mom). Now that he’s gone, his presence is taking a permanent absence. The memories can suffice, but all the memories in the world of my dad will never be enough to fill the emptiness within me. My mom I’m not entirely sure about, but she has her own way with handling it, even if she and my dad did get a divorce because of having differences.

It’s been a year since I was supposed to make my debut as a singer in Korea. My father’s murder happened a month before I was supposed to debut. When my manager broke the news to me, my body literally went numb. It was about a week later when it finally sunk in and hit me like a speeding truck. I never cried for so long and so hard in my life. That was the very first time during my eighteen years of breathing I didn’t know what to do with myself. My manager postponed my debut for the following year.

“I can’t make any promises about returning in a year” was the last thing I told him before I took off for America to begin my journey towards my emotional recovery.

***

 Everyone attending somehow knew me, but I didn’t have the slightest clue who many of them were. I picked through my brain, trying to recall memories of their faces from any part of my life. I got nothing. There was a lucky person here and there, but as for the rest of them, I had no idea who the hell they were. I remember some of my aunts, uncles and cousins. I thought I knew everyone on my father’s side. Wrong. And they were all really nice to me. I don’t know if it was for the fact it was my father's funeral or something else, but hey, whatever. Since my dad’s Italian, his side of the family never had a special place in their heart for my mother since she was Asian. Half Korean and half Japanese, to be specific. There were some of his relatives who did like me, though, which was kinda nice…

Each would make their way to the front, taking my hand, and would got on this long, sobbed rant how they knew my father, what a wonderful man he was, and how it was such a tragic I lost my father at such an age.

I knew the gist of a funeral is supposed to reach out to the person of loss through some kind of love and grievance, even if some of them were rather fake, but, really, come on! The crying? The black stained tissues because of running mascara? Really? This grieving atmosphere was seriously ruining it for me. In my opinion, I think funerals should be a time to reflect the good times you had with the person. That’s what I was doing. Laugh instead of cry; smile instead of frown. If you do cry, cry about the happy stuff, not because the person’s dead. To me, if you just think about the person dying, that’s an insult to their memory.

As everyone gave their final wording of grievances to me and how much my father will be missed, it was time for me to bring the funeral to a close with my departing words. Get it? Departing? Funeral? Yeah, I’m going to hell for making that joke.

I got up to the podium, Daesung following close behind me as if he were my own personal body guard.

Before I could speak on the final behalf of my father, I heard a rippling sound. I shook my head, thinking nerves were getting to me. I opened my mouth again, only to be greeted by the sight of each person turning into a ripple effect. I looked at Daesung as panic took over me. He was gone. In a split second, my head felt heavy, getting hammered by the booming voice.

“Flight 1485 has arrived in Incheon Airport. Please keep seatbelts secure and remain seated.”

I stretched out, putting my fallen ear bud back in my ear. I looked out my window, scanning the land under my feet.

“A year and six months. That’s not so bad if you ask me.”

***

I scanned the area for any sign of him. No where to be found. I've been standing her twenty minutes and he can't be found.

Looking at my watch, I scanned once more before taking a look for him myself. Taking a left, I looked around, tying to find him. Just when I thought I was screwed, I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Look who decided to show her face in South Korea," my manager said as exposed a toothy smile. "When we get back to the record company, we'll get you situated."

"I wanna make a quick stop first. There's someone I've been wanting to see for a long time." 

I finally updated this, haha. As you can see, the first chapter isn't all the exhilarating annnddd my writing this chapter. BUT IT WILL GET BETTER AND EXCITING... when I get to it. I'm lucky I was able to get this done. Subscribe & Comment :)