I might have been here before—a bright compartment with few cubicles inside. As if trapped in some dark grim world, I feel so blank and unreachable. Then, I saw someone familiar, and it almost took my breath away. She was hunkered beside one of the bed inside that cubicle number eight. With all these odd sensations, dreary chillness, and relentless noise, I'm truly in danger of crying. Me, Song Hyuna.

'Where am I' was a question I couldn't afford to voice out. I had no recollection of this place and yet it gave out vibes of familirities that strangely relatable. To make myself calmer, I squeezed my eyes desperately. The influx of emotions had caused a scream welling up in my throat. Then, an image flung in front of my mind’s eye – the crescent dark eyes of hers blankly stared at me—happy...hurt, I couldn't tell. Never in all my eighteen years, had I ever felt so bewildered.

It felt like just yesterday when we were giggling side by side underneath the serene skies but when I turned, that place of hers was empty. I bit my lips hard to hold the tears that threatened to fall with every blink.

Cha Eunjung, just where have you been?