The airplane's engines rumble. The clouds are too white than what it means when you on the ground, and the atmosphere seems to be pleasant. The few passengers around me watching movies or try to adjust themselves in their uncomfortable seats as we fly towards a delicate weather.

I can't sleep or think. I haven't been able to since I got the email. I stare blankly towards the clouds but I can imagine was my old town. Full of gossip. Too ordinary. Jugmental people. A town that nothing happens and full of judgement eyes whenever I passed by.

The town that was once my happy place and kept me safe. The town in which I didn't mind to stay and felt safer than anywhere else.

The town called Camellia. Where seems ordinary to fit in but left me ruining on my heels.