"Yol Sang Kim." someone called. I didn't dare to see who it was. "Min Jinu is dead," the person said, causing a tear to stream down my cheek.
"It's not true!" I shouted, refusing to believe it.
"Whether you like it or not, it is true... He left a letter for you." The guy said.
He isn't dead.
"No..."
"Do you wanna see him?"
"No."
"Better be at his funeral..."
"I will." I don't want to see him.
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Today...

Was not a good day...
I'm out of pain killers...
It hurts so much.
I want to be with him...
I still can't believe...
I couldn't have even saved him.
He pleaded for me to help him.
And I promised him I would...
But I failed...
I failed him...
I wish I just died.
I wish I had never left him.
I wish I had never done something like that, that hurt him so much...
I'm so sorry.
For...
Everything.
I never thought that he would really kill himself...
I never thought that he was so desperate to kill himself.
Ha! Pain killers, huh?
What a great thing to use to kill yourself...
He was really depressed...
I should have known.
He should have been here,
With me.
I hadn't thought of it.
He was so depressed that he would do anything to end himself.
I could have saved him...
I could have helped him.
I could have loved him again.
Mianhae.
I'm sorry, Min Jinu.
I hate pain killers...
He was my pain killer.
Saranghae.
- Yol Sang Kim