As I walked back toward the apartment, the weight of the plastic bag in my hand felt grounded and real. The cool night air hit my face, but I barely felt the chill. I was too busy replaying the last twenty minutes in my head, a small, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
The night was lonely and cold but I couldn't care less ,I just enjoyed the silence while I walked back to the apartment.
Back in London, I had mastered the art of being invisible. I moved through the world like a ghost in a trench coat, drifting through the polished streets of Chelsea while people looked right through me. Even before I got sick, I was just a background character in other people's stories. I was used to the silence; I was used to being ignored
But what just happened,did she just spent the last twenty minutes talking to people so freely.
I felt like I was in a drama ,they made me feel so free I had forgotten all about my illness and how shy I could be most times ,I stopped walking looked at the plastic bag on my hand again just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.
In this moment in time I feel completely free just breathing in the cold crips air .
This is real life not some drama ,this place truly had an effect on me . What happened to shy Lara I thought
I felt sad ,and happy at the same time I didn't know why but it's been so long since someone spoke to me so casually , since forever I didn't have any friends or a sibling,I just realised how lonely my life was I didn't feel it before but maybe the fact that I had a countdown now made me realise alot I was missing out on .
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Back at the apartment ,I pulled the cup ramyon from the bag and set it on the counter, I read the instructions and watched a lot of kdramas doing this shouldn't be hard I thought to myself
I peeled back the foil lid just halfway, being careful not to rip it off completely so I could use it to trap the steam later. Inside, the dry noodles were tucked neatly at the bottom with the little packets of seasoning sitting on top.
I tore open the silver sachet, and the deep red chili powder spilled out over the dried noodles. I didn't hold back; I dumped every last grain of the spicy seasoning in, followed by the dried vegetable flakes.
I walked over to the hot water dispenser. I watched the steaming stream hit the red powder, instantly turning the water into a bubbling, crimson broth. I filled it exactly to the faint line marked on the inside of the cup.
I pressed the foil lid back down, sealing in the heat. To keep it closed, I placed my chopsticks across the top to weigh it down just like I've seen most people do in the movies I watched . I stood there in the quiet kitchen, counting the seconds. Three minutes. That was all it took for the magic to happen.
When the time was up, I peeled the lid back. A thick, savory cloud of steam hit my face, smelling of garlic, beef, and spicy peppers. I used the wooden chopsticks to stir the noodles, making sure the broth was perfectly mixed.
I tired to eat with the chop stick but it was quite difficult,cause this was my first time using chop sticks ,I eventually gave up and I went in search for a fork and luckily enough a bunch of em' in a cabinet ,this people made this chopsticks looks so easy to use .
The first bite was an explosion of flavor. It was savory and deeply satisfying, with a heat that bloomed slowly in the back of my throat. It was spicy, yes—enough to make my tongue tingle and my cheeks feel warm—but it was also incredibly yummy.
As I ate, I remembered Ji-soo's dramatic warning about the spice. I could almost hear her high-pitched voice telling me it was a "trap." I had to reach for my first bottle of water after a few bites, the cool liquid clashing with the heat in the most delicious way. By the time I was halfway through the second bottle of water, I was hooked on the flavor. It was the kind of comfort food I hadn't realized I was craving—bold, messy, and full of life.
I enjoyed every last strand of the noodles, the warmth spreading through my chest. Once I finished, I quietly threw the cup and tucked the extra pack into the fridge for another time. I grabbed my cold peach tea, the sweet scent of fruit a perfect finish to the savory meal.
Moving like a shadow, I tiptoed back to my room . I didn't want to wake Sean. I slipped into my room, clicked the door shut, and leaned against it, taking a long, cooling sip of my tea. My mouth was still buzzing from the chili, and my heart felt lighter than it had in weeks.
I laid in my bed still not believing I was in south Korea and had just ate the tastiest noodles in the world ,how surprising this life can be one minute I'm in London a ghost with such a boring life the next I'm in Seoul living my best life so far
I took out my phone and checked the time it was already past ten ,how long was I out ,I guess it was longer than I thought .
I took out my drugs from my bag ,gulped down the butter pills and sipped my peach tea ,it had finished with the last gulp I looked at the package again ,I really liked this drink and I would definitely drink it more often .
My body got to it's limit and I laid on the bed ,eyes shut and slept off.