It was lively, a ballroom the size of three football fields. Laughter was heard in every corner. Bodies were swaying to the latest pop song. And a blured face dancing with me. Suddenly we were in another room, just the two of us. Our hands stuck together as we would lose each other. Then you smiled telling me it was morning. And the bright light blinded me shortly, then you were gone. I opened my eyes to find myself in my room. My curtains dancing in the morning wind. The sunlight entering through my open window that I don't remember opening. I remembered the ballroom, people, music, and the warm touch on my hand. But what was I dreaming of? I don't remember. I can still feel the warmth emitting from my left hand. It makes my heart beat like crazy, why?

It's almost time for me to leave, I need to get up.

Living alone is not what I imagined I would be doing at my age. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father died because he was sick. Leaving me alone at the age of 21. Since then I had worked hard to maintain a living. My father had left me lots of money, enough to pay for school, but I still needed to pay for rent, food, etc. Now at the age of 26 I'm working in one of the biggest companies in the country, and the world. It's what kept me alive financially. I never had the time for dating, but I don't want to be alone for the rest of my life. Everyday I feel empty, like a part of me is missing, but what?

I entered the office and found my co-worker, also one of my few friends. She always asks me why I am still alone, and checks on me constantly. I know she worries about me, but I take care of myself so she doesn't. Jessica Jung. She's practically my sister at this point, and always been with me since middle school. But she has a future with someone else, she has a life of her own, I don't want to hold her back.

"Morning Miyoung-ah!", I hate it when she calls me that.

"Morning Sooyeon", I used her Korean name knowing she hates it as much as I hate mine. She huffs mutt