December 11th,

Today is my 25th birthday.

Over the past six years, I've achieved all the dreams of my life, I've got back all my lost fame, I've made good friends and colleagues, I have a stable lifestyle, I have wonderful memories, and on top of all, I have two great men from whom I can consider a future life-partner. Now that I have everything I wanted, I'm supposed to be really happy.

But I'm here, sitting on the top of my apartment, on the top of 30 stories. Getting drunk all on my own. I lied to all of them that I'm off on vacation. But the truth is that I can't let them see me like this. Even I don't recognize myself.

Ever since I chose to break free and chase my dreams, I saw myself becoming the person I wanted to be. I was bringing out my true self, setting free the strong and unfathomable woman who's been lurking deep inside me. I still had a clumsy, casual, and carefree side. But I was very confident. Confident enough to face my fate. Confident enough to face my karma. Confident enough to take all risks to reach my goal. And even confident enough to face 'death'.

I'm not dominant or extroverted, but I'm really a daring woman. Finally, on my birthday, I end up like this, laughing and crying under the moon.

Speaking of that success, how could I be this successful within a limited time?

Apart from hard work and dedication, there was something else that helped me.

...Fate itself gave me a hint.....Nothing big... The hint was the deadline.

The voice of fate, the recurrent dreams ever since I graduated from high school...''The age of 25,'' ''only six years more''.....That's how I accelerated my progress. Even still I don't understand those recurring vague dreams. I don't at all know what's with that '25,' but still, those hazy dreams were strong enough to root within me the fear. Not the fear of death but the fear of failure.

I instinctively began thinking that it was my deadline to win back everything that was and is mine. The dreams kick-started an urge to succeed before the deadline. The fear boosted my courage and suddenly made me braver by tenfold- just like the powerful last flicker of a dying flame. All I could think about was my goal.

Finally, I got all that I wanted.

And today I turned 25.

Now my time is over.

My mission is complete.

I don't know what lies ahead. Is it death? is it a new chapter of my life? Is it another battle? Is it another downfall from fame? Or else, Is it a complete diversion from career to romance? Is it a new beginning? Will it be scary? or will it be lovely? I don't know.

Now I can't enjoy the present, I don't even know what lies ahead in the future.

All I can do is embrace the lovely and warm past.

.....

Thinking back...These six years were really blissful. Though I was fighting a battle for my own self, the people dearest to me made my life sweet. So sweet that I could forget all my pain.

That sweetness gushed into my life all of a sudden like the flood breaking the dam, breaking all those imaginary barriers I built around myself. It swept me off my feet when I was completely unprepared. It gave me wings to soar higher to my goal. It filled my dull life with colors.....

That beautiful six years...

My cute and fierce bestie.... who was always there to protect me and made my life gorgeous with her presence.

The warm and adorable Idol.... my Idol whom I've admired since in high school, whom I'll be loyal to forever.

The icy and handsome senior..... a magnet that attracts women. Both the most unforgettable memories of my life were given by him- 'the sweetest impression' and 'the deepest scar.'

In my opinion, friendship is a boon granted to us, while love is a choice. As long as I lock my emotions deep in my heart, devoid of being charmed by men, I can refrain from this so-called 'Love'. However, like any young girl, I also had a tiny hope in pre-destined love. No matter what, I was still determined to tediously follow my studies and career.

But I never knew that 'fate' was so unimaginably powerful and desperate when it stages all its drama to bring destined people together- especially destined lovers. All those unexpected situations, illogical scenarios, and questionable coincidences could be explained by none other than fate.

At first, I ignored my feelings. Then I pretended to ignore my feelings.

But regarding feelings and desire, in the duel between fate and me, it was K.O

In the end, I also finally got the chance to experience those cliche moments and to fall head over heels in love.

.......

It all began six years ago.