When I first came here I never expected to be where I am today. I was just a normal English tourist with normal expectations, but then I guess there was no way of predicting what would happen.
When I look back, I can see that if anything had changed the course my life has taken would've gone somewhere completely different, and I wouldn't have lived such an amazing life.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I'd boarded that plane to New York. Perhaps I would've fallen in love with that city like I have with Seoul, but I have no regrets. I prefer this above anything else.
I make it sound like everything went smoothly, but like anyone I had to face challenges that came with the day-to-day cycle of life and normality of the world.
But here I am, writing, a quiet retreat, secluded from a city where life has thrived. My husband died 3 years ago, leaving me, his daughters, grandchildren, and friends with the emptiness and relentlessness of life without him. I'd like to say everyday's getting a little easier and everyday I'm finding a little more of the good in 'goodbye', but it still hurts.
When it was coming to the end, he made me promise I'd write everything. How we met, what we faced.
So, here I am, this is my story.
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The Adventures of an English Tourist | EXOFanfiction
Rose Walker, the average 19 year old, has just spent the last four years studying. Now that it's over she's looking for a way to escape before returning to England for university. However, she misses her flight to New York and gets transferred to an...