In contrast to how late I slept, I woke up early and spirited. It's indeed quality over quantity. I had so many complicated feelings yesterday that I couldn't even sleep, yet there wasn't as much as an ounce of stress in me today. Feeling good, I took a long bath.

The bath was enjoyable, and I even put on a facial mask and treated my face with vitamins. Looking at the clock on the wall, I still had more time. Deciding to dress up more beautifully, I opened my closet.

Normally I would go with a simple black or white oversized shirt and simple black jeans. Then, I would top that with simple beaded hair and round glasses.

The best pushover nerd outfit that I made through studying novels and web-toons.

However, today I choose to wear a white shirt and a dark blue matching oversized suit and pants, and of course no glasses, the same I wore a week ago. The only difference was the color of the suit, blue instead of black.

In the first place, I didn't have many colors to choose between since all my clothes were dark blue, dark brown, or black. Even my few party outfits were in those colors. I am a person who follows my life mottos and one of my life's mottos is avoiding the spotlight.

'Not in the slightest attractive', I thought as I looked in the mirror. Even I don't find myself pretty. I should have taken that leave of absence sooner.

Hate to admit it, but I agree with my grandmother's remark about me looking like a ghost. The large clothes looked even larger as I had lost a few pounds under those torturous professors working me to my bones. Really, what was the point of all the torture I endured?

Yesterday, I received my exam results. Looking at my indifferent face again, I dictated to myself, " I'm happy! Now I don't have to worry about anyone recognizing me at the hospital. I don't have to act like a pathetic pushover anymore! All the torture to keep my cover was worth it!"

The face in the mirror didn't seem that convinced.

"Now that I am a cardiologist, I won't have to worry about starving. I should be happy. If I ever run out of money, I can easily find a great job!" I said with my voice shaking.

My face in the mirror was panting and red and my facial expression looked pretty odd too! But why should I be angry? I'm happy I have reached my goal.

It's not like I expected a party to be thrown in honor of my achievements. I can't be angry. If I were to be angry, who would I even be angry at? Everything happened according to my choice. It was me who didn't explain. It was also me who didn't want anyone to know. Being angry would only make everything meaningless.

"I'm not angry... Just hungry, that is why." I said as I looked away from the person in the mirror and went to the small kitchen in my dormitory apartment. This small kitchen had made my life a lot more bearable.

Food has long become my comfort. It makes me feel warm and loved. Thanks to my grandfather, I can satisfy my always-hungry and craving, for love, stomach. Hot spicy ramen is what I have been promising myself since the previous night. I didn't make it at that time so I didn't wake to a puffy face, however now I'm gonna indulge myself.

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Opening the fridge, I took out the fresh spring onions I had bought yesterday, the last two eggs, a small onion, two slices of garlic, a small jalapeno, and tomato paste. Like that, my fridge is empty. Which is a relief since I am anyway, moving out.

I couldn't possibly have my new son come live in this dormitory.

'Well, actually I would do that if I hadn't handed in my resignation.'

I thought as I minced the spring onion and poured it in the hot oil.

I washed the eggs and put them in a small pot. Pour cold water over the eggs and put the pot on the stove. Turn on the heat and let it boil.

As the saying goes, "You know nothing about your tomorrow".

Had I known I would adopt a child, I would have remained at the hospital for a longer time, at least until I could find a place. After all, I was on a leave of absence.

'Now, not only should I buy a car, but most probably also a house,' I thought while adding the jalapeno, pasted garlic, and tomato paste to the golden-colored onions.

Looking at the clock, I took the egg pot. Drained the hot water and poured cold water over the hard-boiled eggs. Basic chemistry: if you change the temperature immediately, you will stop reactions from happening between the egg white and egg yolk, resulting in a yellow egg white instead of a gray one. Just like a relationship, if you don't act fast, it will change into something ugly.

After peeling the eggs, I sliced them in half. It was a bit runny, my calculations seem to have been a bit off, but it was not like I couldn't eat them. Noting the mistake, I took the kettle and poured hot water over the sauce. A bit of salt. Let it boil and the sauce is done.

Opening the cabinet door, I took my two remaining Humble ramen. This brand was the only one that matched my taste. They wouldn't go saggy easy.

The packaging says 5 minutes, so 3 minutes should do it for me. A perfectly chewy ramen. This time, as I put the noodles in the boiling sauce, I set my timer.

00:03:00

"Chop, chop, chop.." I sliced my spring onions after washing them.

"Should I brew coffee?", I asked myself, tapping on my stomach. "Nah! Who eats ramen with coffee?" I replied to myself like the crazy being I was and poured an enormous glass of cold water.

"Beep, beep.."

I turned off the alarm and then turned off the stove as I took the pot to the table, where my cold water and spring onions were waiting.

I took a pair of chopsticks and a spoon, downed the onions in the pot, and started eating as I thanked god for another day of living.

"Fuuu, fuhh..", I blew out the noodles and slurped in the rich, burning yet sweet texture.

Noodles, sauce, water, noodles, sauce.

After finishing the entire pot, I couldn't feel my tongue anymore, yet it was quite satisfying.

Looking at the clock, I called a cab. As I waited for the cab, I cleaned up the crime scene, drowned myself in perfume, and covered my slightly swollen lips with mild pink lipstick.

I don't use makeup, especially any bold-colored one. I was told that I look like a demon when I do that.

"Wow, Dawn, mascara and red lipstick matching your black hair, dark blue eyes, and white face transforms you into a total demon."

Arriving at the destination, I stopped daydreaming, paid the chauffeur, and got out of the cab. It hit me the first time, too, but this building is overwhelmingly huge. It was more correct to call it a skyscraper, as it's more than 500 meters tall. Well, yet not as overwhelming as Chairman Brights 1000 1000-meter company building.

Arriving in the lobby, a stern-looking middle-aged woman, with a name tag stating "chef secretary Mona Watson", was waiting for me and showed me to the same office I had visited the other day.