I was in the middle of deleting my data in my phone when a photo caught me.
I press it to gave my eyes a clear look and soon a smile drew in me.
It was a picture taken a long time ago.
It was my first love, y/n. I met her during my collage days, she caught my attention but I didn't get a chance to speak with her. I was too shy back then that even approaching her is a hard thing for me to do.
When we graduated, I was about to confess but her long time bestfriend confessed on her that halted me.
After a long years, I'm still into her, guess first love never dies huh.
I fix my glasses when the door of my office swung open.
I stared at this woman wearing a nurse uniform in the door catching her breath.
"Doctor Jeon.. Patient no. 23----" before she could finish her words I dashed outside and look for her room.
But when I arrived at her room there was no trace of her.
"Where is she?" I asked the nurse that was following me.
"O-outside doc... She commit a suicide."
As if all my nerves was frozen. I can't flench a bit.
"W-what?" I tilted my head to her.
She nodded and a tear escaped from her.
I ran outside didn't mind the people around me, when I arrived at the said place, lots of people are gathering.
"Excuse me." I shove them away and step to see her.
And... There she was, lying unconscious full of blood. I clutch my fist and breath heavily.
I carry her in my arms and take her inside.
She can't be dead, she will live...
"Prepare the operation room." I commanded.
"Doc there's no chance."
"I said prepare!" I shouted.
"But... Doc---"
"Get out."
"I SAID GET OUT!"
All of them leave me and that's when I brust the tears that I was holding, my knees weaken making me sat down.
"Why did you have to do this?"
"Is he that important to you, huh? Is that how much you loved him huh?"
"How about me?"
"I've been here waiting for you to recover but why did you have to do this!?" I sobbed
"I promise to myself that I will heal you and you will live normal but all of those ruin because you end your life."
"Why are you so cruel huh?"
"Why can't you give me a chance and prove myself to you? Huh?"
I chuckled betterly and composed myself.
"If I confess my feelings to you will you give me a chance?"
I pinch the tip of my nose and fix my glasses.
Telling you this phrases was no point. Asking you to gave me a chance was stupid. How can I ask a dead body? If I knew that it will never answer and speak the words I want to hear.
Foolish me.
I stared at your unsoul body and smiled betterly, guess I was never meant for you and you are never meant for me.
Our story started with me, hoping to be with you but here you are lying in front of me without a soul. Our story will end with me, ruthing this undying pain.
For the first and last time, I put my lips into your forehead and planted a soft kiss.
"Even if you're already dead, I won't forget about you."
"I love you, y/n..."
