mornings.

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it was roughly 5:30 am, pulling my eyes open to see the world. i slip myself out bed. laying on the floor for a good five minutes before pushing every ounce of strength to get myself up. i stood up straight-fixing my posture. dragging myself to my closet, i picked out my suit, america, here i come. at the age of 18, feeling inspired, i went and applied for medical school. i finished my med. school, however, i still had ways to go. that's why i'll be going to the states to do specialized training. i opened up the door, taking in the windy autumn air, gyrating the smooth wind, letting their leafs dance to a melodic synchronized tune; like beauty and the beast. the tree branches were glazed by autumn gold and rust colored leaves which the beetles danced in their polka dresses. the leaves were pirouetting around the tree trunks to orchestral rustling. today was going to be the day i'd head to the states, the day i'd hopefully find a meaning to my life, the day i'd make my grandparents proud, however, today was going to be the day i regretted the most. that day i headed for america, was the day i was going to meet you.

cold hands. ➳ yoonminWhere stories live. Discover now