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<World famous pianist Min Yoongi's comeback soon? Fans have been waiting for him to recover from his injuries he got from the car accident happened exactly a year ago. How is going to be comeback? We have a live cam op right outside his house. We are waiting to get a glimpse of the world famous pianist Min Yoongi- >

Shutting my eyes and turning off the TV I sighed looking at the resignation letter in front of me. Do I really want this? But it is the only choice I have. I don't want to go back to him.

The only thing he will do is try to pressure me to becoming another one of his whores. I rub my eyes aggressively letting the mascara stain my face and making it the same shade as my heart right now, BLACK...

I got up and hit send on the email. I can't take this anymore. I need a vacation. Yes, I need a fucking vacation on a remote island. Where I wont meet any familiar faces. I went to the kitchen to make myself a strong coffee.

I need one to regain my strength. After all I cried the entire night contemplating of the decision of letting go my 4 years of hard work and struggle. And now here I am standing in my bland kitchen, jobless and without a thought of what to do next.

I took the cup of coffee and went back to the place I was seating for nearly 20 hours. My bed. I plopped down and opened my laptop.

Going to Naver I searched for holiday destinations for sad and depressed people. My fingers were gliding on the search results when they stopped at one particularly isolated part of the earth.

Saint Lucia East Caribbean. I clicked on it and a shit ton of photographs were displayed on my screen.

"It's so beautiful..."

A whisper left my chapped lips. I wetted them with my saliva and began to do booking for this trip. Three months away in a unknown country sounds tempting and exciting at the same time.

I was done with filling the details and hit the book button. I smiled at the stupid decision I just took. It is true for me. If something doesn't work just run away from it till it sorts itself.

"I need to pack my bags for the three months long trip..."

I was talking to myself right now. I need to buy a few new dresses and some more stuff like bikinis to go on the beach in. I got up from the bed once again and stretched my arms letting out a loud and tired moan.

Going to my wardrobe I took out a t-shirt and jeans. Taking a quick shower I dressed up, grabbing my keys I was out of my house and towards my car. Revving up the engine I went to the mall.

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After buying a shit ton of stuff I came back to car. I have so much money that I can buy three new houses, but still I was crying over losing a job that I had worked really hard on.

I think I should write a novel like the '50 shades' or '365 Dni' that would earn me a lot of money and work time. After all people just love to read other people's sexual fantasies.

There is no realism to any of those made up stories. Getting kidnapped by a mafia or a billionaire falling for a grad student. It's all good to read but when put in the real life perspective, it all feels like shit.

Like no one wants to get caged with a guy who wants to control your life as if you are his personal play toy. I crackled at my intrusive thoughts and went at the drivers seat.

Coming back home I began packing three suitcases. I checked my passport and Visa neatly and went to the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

But my hands gave up on working and I ended up ordering cheese filled tteokbokki. The order came nearly half hour later. I went to the living room and settled on the couch.

Turning on the TV I opened the package and began eating the delicious cheesy tteokbokki. The TV went on a random news channel.

<Min Yoongi is off to a trip to an undisclosed location. "He hates the paparazzi following him everywhere" say the fans of the young musician.>

This people don't even have the sense of a thing called personal space. How can they torment a guy just because he's famous. Truly ridiculous, my mind spoke.

I chuckled and changed the channel to watch a movie. I want to clear my mind. Hitman, yes this one is interesting. I really like Timothy Olymphant in the role of agent 47.

Slurping the hot food my eyes stayed glued to the screen. That I missed the call I was getting from my now ex-Boss. The night went good and ended up curling up on the beige couch.

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The next morning;

10 hours till my flight takes off. I was repeating that phrase in my mind while packing the third and final bag that consisted of my essentials.

Clothes, check. Bikinis, check. Essentials, check. Electronics, check. I was making a mental note of the things I have stuffed in the three large suitcases that I am going to take to Saint Luisa with me.

I checked my passport and other things before sighing and slumping on the floor. So much stuff to carry. It used to so easy when I was a kid. All I ever needed was a bag and my teddy...

"MY TEDDY!"

I screamed on the top of my lungs and ran in my room. Retrieving the large stuffed animal I came out. I opened one of the underfilled bag and stuffed the teddy bear in it. Closing the bag I stared at the clock...

9 more hours...

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