Ryeowook's POV

It’s scary. Stepping into a brand new world. No familiar faces, no familiar places. No one knows who I am or who I was. This is what it feels like, starting over. It’s scary but it feels good at the same time. I like it.

I want to start over.

I want to live a new life. I want to be independent and I want to live freely without any fear or doubt. But it’s hard. It’s hard when the past keeps coming back to haunt me. It’s hard when my body is here but my heart is somewhere else. It’s just hard living in fear.

I close my eyes and rest my head against back against the couch. A week after moving in and finally settling down, I finally got myself a job as a PA for a boss at one of the best advertising companies in the city. The first day of my job had been hell. He yelled at two of the workers about their crappy work and he surely scared the crap out of me. My boss was in a grumpy mood from what I heard from the other staffs. He was rude and arrogant to me too and I really didn’t like him. I hope tomorrow will be a better day and my boss will at least treat me a little nicer.

I almost doze off when a knock came at my door. I sat up shocked and walk over to the door, opening it. A little boy as cute as a chipmunk smiles up to me and holds up an empty glass to me. I raise my eyebrows and he smiles even wider.

“Hi there!” He greets.

“Umm… Hi.” I look around to the empty hallway. “Do you… Are you… Can I help you?”

I never liked children to say the truth. They are all way too energetic and happy. It’s tiring just watching them. I don’t know how people can like children. They are just monsters in my eyes. Cute, yes. But destructive.

“Mister, can I have some milk please?” The kid asks.

“Umm…”

I gawk at the kid awkwardly. What the hell? Is it normal for kids to be knocking on doors and asking for stuffs here? Should I give him? But what if someone ends up accusing me of something? We stand there for about a full one minute, both looking at each other.

“Umm…” I rubbed my neck. “Al… Alright. Stay here. I’ll… I’ll get it for you.”

I walk back into my apartment and to my surprise, the kid follows behind me. Geez, this is why I don’t like them. They never listen! The kid continues smiling innocently at me, holding the glass securely in his hands. I open my refrigerator