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Alone in a dimly lit room, the beautiful girl sits staring at the windowsill as the rain hammers down just outside.

 “Did you think about me when I was gone?” She asks, her eyes not breaking away from the storm in front of her.

. . .

Silence.

The cruel silence that had become far too common in their recent encounters.

The drops of water streaming down the glass, painting the pain her eyes could not.

“Am I a joke to you? Have you just been using me all this time?” The girl stands up in a flurry, yet her fragile expression remains.  

The silence echoes through her head louder than any screams ever could.

As she stands, the phone that had once been on her lap now falls to the floor, only made visible by the blinking screen.

“Have you nothing left for me?” She says putting her head in her hands.

She picks up the phone and tries to unlock it, revealing the home screen, with the background image of her alongside the one she loves firmly in her arms.

As the rain relents, the tear she had been holding back finally falls.

There was no one on the phone, there never had been.

Just a lone cup of noodles from her favorite restaurant, empty and sitting on the windowsill, just as it had been for days.

Sakura

I couldn’t help but break into laughter and roll in my bed after writing such a bizarre yet somehow realistic tale.

After recovering, I start to flip back through the pages and recall all the stories I’ve written about the other members over the past few months. The graceful Eunbi who united everyone, the powerful Yujin who stopped the school bully, the cute Nako who could get anyone to love her and countless others.

Now adding this comedic thriller I’d just written to the collection, I couldn’t help but smile with a sense of accomplishment.

“Ahh this is perfect, it’s really something that suits Kang-chan’s personality too” I say finishing the story by marking the protagonist at the bottom.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       -   (Kang Hyewon)

It had become a habit of mine to write at the end of each night.  I like it most after getting through a tough day of filming or a performance to then come back home and be all alone just with the worlds I’ve created.  

I wasn’t so sure what it would be like, coming here and trying to join a group...but I’ve been really lucky I think, I have amazing members who are my close friends and even though its been hard I’ve always enjoyed it every step of the way.

That is due in large part to one person...Chaeyeon...she’s always looked after me, even starting on Produce she would always ask me if I understood at the end of every lesson and offered to help me with Korean every night.

There was one night in particular where I came very close to quitting..

Flashback -

“How is this so hard...” I say to myself completely flustered and hair amess.

I had been practicing this dance for hours completely alone, and even though I had just started to get the hang of it, I remembered I had to memorize all the Korean lyrics as well that I had been putting off.  

I look around the empty practice room, all the other girls who had once made it a loud and energetic place have slowly trickled out over the course of the evening. Even the most dedicated trainees ended up leaving several hours ago.

I look over at my phone, 4:37am

The clock mocks me, it always does.

Everyone compliments my determination. The extra time I spend practicing says that I’m a hard worker according to them, to me all it represents is how much of a failure I am.

In front of others I act calm and collected, telling them I just enjoy practicing, their looks of admiration fuel me to keep going.

Little do they know I sit here every night taking twice as long as all of them to still not be anywhere close to the top Korean trainees.  

I glance back down at my worksheet and raise it to my face, trying to force my br