I grip the handle tightly as I open the door, stepping back through the threshold into my apartment.

I smile at my familiar surroundings - the surroundings I had grown to detest because I felt so stuck in here.

One thing is not familiar to me, however.

"Hey," the man leaning against my desk says. "I'm Jungkook, your final guide."

"Final," I say, my mind spinning at what I've just gone through and if I still believe this is a dream or not.

Jungkook nods. "I'm the Guide of Creation. Which, after a journey like yours, I'm sure you have something to create, no?"

I laugh at Jungkook as I step out of my wet slippers, running my fingers through my hair as I walk across the living room to my desk. After pulling my desk chair out, I sit down. "I think I do."

"Tell me about your journey," Jungkook urges, grinning at me as he raises his eyebrows.

I sigh. "Before tonight, I was very much broken and lost. I felt incomplete; I felt so heavy yet so empty and no matter how hard I pushed myself in any direction I could see in front of me, I wasn't moving. Weights were tied to my limbs and to my heart and maybe even to my very soul and I just could do nothing but exist with the weight of the world crushing me. But tonight, I've learned some very important things, not only about myself personally but about life in general."

"Like what?" Jungkook asks, feigning ignorance.

I roll my eyes as I smile. "I learned that I have to make a conscious choice to stay out of the darkness. I have to want to surround myself with light if I want to better myself. With that light, I can better see the path I must take: the path that doesn't dwell on my past mistakes or my future prospects - the path that makes me enjoy my life as it's happening. As I walk forward, there will be a lot going on around me - chaos surrounding me - and instead of falling to my knees and covering my ears from the noise, I learned that I need to look for order within it. Controlling the chaos makes my path that much clearer. And that path, I know, is the path of being a writer. As much as I've fought to keep the words flowing from my fingertips, I felt as though I'd reached a dead end - like I didn't deserve to write the words anymore. But if I make them my priority - if I wholly dedicate myself to what I love and do it because I love to do it - the words will, instead, find me and ask me to tell their story. If I continue to take time to nourish my mind, soul and spirit instead of pushing myself to my breaking point, writing will again become the love of my life instead of something that causes stress and pain. Not only that, I must remember to appreciate my flaws; just as each story has its own fingerprint, I am my own person. I am unique, and that is what is beautiful about this life. There is only one me, and I have all the power in the world to be whoever I want to be."

Jungkook leans down and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Who do you want to be?"

"A writer," I say with tears in my eyes as I look up at him. "To be able to tell stories to others who appreciate them and learn more about themselves within them is such an important power to hold, and I feel at home when that power is in my hands."

"So," he says, standing and walking toward the front door. "What story are you going to write?"

I smile as I pick up my pen, my grip steady as I put the inked tip to the paper in front of me. Jungkook is gone, but I still answer his question.

"I'm going to tell my story."