Underneath the cupboard drawer.

At the airport.

He used to think that the airport is a beautiful place. People get suited up, go to the airport, and fly to wherever they wanna go. And the plane, it's such a beautiful vehicle. He used to wear his nicest clothes and gears just to look nice on the plane. The view from up there is so mesmerizing. Everything looked so small, your house, your city, your favorite mall. He felt weightless flying, nothing holding him back.

Today he looked casual. He looked as though he's a frequent flyer, walking around and going through the procedures like a boss. Didn't even bother to send cheesy goodbye text messages. The Internet makes goodbye text messages seem phony.

He had some coffee with his parents at McDonalds before taking off. They didn't really talk much; they're not that type. He just sat there, quietly. He didn't smile much today. He was just sitting there, into his own world of thoughts.

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I guess he's a little bit different now. He used to be the kind of guy who makes all the sick jokes and laughs out loud all the time. He was always busy with stuff. He was never lonely. Now he still got the same funny bones, but his laughs were not so...real anymore. I don't think he's having fun.

I remember him talking about this key...the key to his cupboard drawer. I forgot what did he keep inside. It was something important i reckon, a bulk of letters I think. He was so upset that the key is gone. I guess he just left it at his dorm. He was so sad that day that he couldn't do anything, just hiding in his room listening to Mayday.

It was supposed to be a happy trip back home for him. He had been waiting for this one-month holiday for so long. All the food, places, people that he missed so much, although he never said it. As soon as he's back, he did all his usual routines that he would do back then. It wasn't very hard to adjust to his former lifestyle, he loved it. But something was missing. He didn't wanna admit it, but something's definitely missing.

On the morning of the day of his flight back to study-land, his face was as stiff as Kirsten Stewart. He didn't talk much. But he did something else instead of packing his luggage. He used all kinds of needles and pins to try to crack open his cupboard drawer. He was so desperate. When everything didn't work, he just hammered it forcefully. And then he started breaking down and slammed the door shut. He was alone in his room for a good half an hour, and he was still listening to Mayday.

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Three minutes till boarding. They said their goodbyes. He took a last glance at his parents, and noticed the airport wasn't really as beautiful as he thought it was. He walked through the gate, feeling somewhat relieved. He managed to keep his cool.

"Welcome to Singapore", they announced.

He took a mental note to look for the key to his cupboard drawer right after he arrived at his dorm. Somehow he didn't look for it right away. He just lay down on his bed, falling asleep to the sound of silence.