Wishes Brought Back

"I have to find him."

Though I said that...

Heejung's eyes drifted out of her window, skimming across the nearby apartment complexes. She watched the rolling clouds overshadow the sun, blocking out a light that would cause her eyes to narrow in annoyance.

The girl twirled her pencil in her hand, feeling the tip of the graphite, and tracing back down to the eraser. Sure, it should have been scratching the canvas in front of her for the upcoming art show, but every so often, she could hear something. It sounded as though someone were calling her from a place very far away.

The person who wrote in that book... I can't remember him, but he feels so familiar. I don't know his face, or his name, but it feels like I just...

Heejung blinked, turning back to the sketch in front of her.

I told myself that I had to find him. That I had to be the one to meet with him again, but if I leave, where would I go? How on Earth could I find out where I should go? He said he would find me, so I'm just..

She tilted her head at the sketch, erasing several stray lines. With this finished, the girl smiled. She reached out to her nearby pallet, dipping a small brush used for details. She began to run it along the paper slowly, paying careful attention to her shaking hand.

I'm just drifting through life right now.

Heejung smiled at the perfect shade of brown.

Waiting to be found.