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revealing a vivid past.  focused too much on your hobby. Your
 future is ruined.” The fury of her words
 tore his heart further  into pieces, mere
 “And the winner of the 2009 Writers’   remnants of his dreams.
 Competition is… Eden Yang Yuu Teng!
 Congratulations!”
 He pried into the wrecks of his heart and

 took a brief glance only to find a gaping
 The entire hall was filled with thunderous   void yearning for attention. It screamed
 claps.
 for liberation everyday, but it was

 unknowingly sweeped under the bed.
 The numerous cameras flashed, the   Wasting his time on this job didn’t benefit
 surge of adrenaline when his name was   him whatsoever, as writing became a risk
 announced – it was too familiar, how he   to take instead.

 reached the top just to shatter like pure
 glass.
 Now, he had two choices: to forget his
 ambitions, or awaken the dormant writer

 He looked at the shards, reflecting his   in him.
 face.

 The offer was tempting yet terrifying,

 He looked like a coward.   something he couldn’t comprehend or
 do in the past. However, considering
 the constant rejections he faced and the
 How could he do this to himself?   strings pulling him back, the answer   He had to take the offer, or else it’d just

 was crystalline as he traced the skylines                         be  plain  history  stuffed  in his  book-
                                                                   shelf of notebooks.
 With this, another memory followed.  behind the window.


                                                                   A rush of determination reached his
 “EDEN, I TOLD YOU TO GET FULL                                     lungs.
 MARKS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING

 TO BE IF NOT DOCTOR?” His mother
 crumpled his exam papers. It was a 96.                            He could do this bit by bit. He will reach
 What could he say?                                                his dreams that were once distant.




 “I’m sorry mother. I still have one year                          Atop the piles of documents lay a
 left to go, please forgive me-” His eye                           slightly dusty notebook, filled with

 twitched.                                                         words of memories. Placid moonlight
                                                                   warmed the room with its ethereal
                                                                   glow, accompanying his pen while he
 “No, you will never learn your lesson.                            wrote in his notebook.

 We only want the best for you, but you
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