Those two weeks were the best of my life. It was like 'living to the fullest'.

They were weeks of healing, recovering and discovering myself. 

They were days I spent like a normal teenager. Strolling out on the streets at night, mini concerts in my room, Playing games with a few kids of my neighborhood who were the same age as me and many more things. The most beautiful among them being spending time with Soyeon.

Talking out the harshest pasts. Letting each other know the story of every scar that painted our body. Spending sleepovers by having movie marathons. Sitting side by side at the same place which I labelled as my cosmos every second night.  

Everything was beautiful. Endearing. Memorable. Warm. But still,

Weird...

Everything was confusing. It felt as if everything was off. Nothing was at the right place. Me neither.

All I had were questions and questions, but could answer none. 

Questions that made me doze off to sleep without being able to answer them. 

Questions that made me curious and want to ask her but I never did. 

It was as if she was the answer to my questions. 

It was as if I forgot all of them while I was with her.

Why did she always refuse to eat anything with me ? 

Why did people always look at me weirdly while I went out on a walk with Soyeon ?

From where does she get those sticky notes every single time ? No one carries them, right ?

Why did it feel like a full conversation even though she never told me about herself ?

What all happened to her ?

Where did she live ?

How did she earn ? 

Where did she eat ?

How did she managed to show up at any hour of the day ?

How does she predict what I am thinking about so accurately ?

Who was she ?

It was an unusual feeling...

It was as if I didn't feel lonely, even though I was. 

It was as if she was all I had even though I probably didn't mean anything to her. 

It was as if I loved her, but I didn't know where she was.

It was as if my heart was being atoned again to be broken into millions of pieces.

It was as if I had all the answers to the questions...

But, at the end of the day, they were in my head again... as the unanswered questions...

And I slept again, in search of those answers next day. 

And the cycle repeats...

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Get ready... This is gonna be hell of a ride.