Jimin's POV
Everything was going fine when I had left you, I came to this new Village. Far away from all the noise and chaos of the world, the only thing that was missing was my Grandma. It was hard to survive without her you know. Rest I was bearing quite well. But then one day it all started.
I woke up in the morning and I could feel something wet near my chest. Not my chest particularly but my breasts, or you can say my nipples. You might be thinking what is it? I also thought the same thing and that thing was sticking to my bra and there was a discomfort I can't express in words.
I went to the restroom and removed my bra to find blood patches on it. I was literally petrified after seeing that. What the hell was that? There was irritation around that part and it was itching. I touched my breasts, it seemed big but I had noticed it long back. Suddenly I could feel some lump near my armpit. It was getting scarier. Everything was leading me to one thing.
Cancer?
Could it be a cancer?
When the first time I had noticed my breasts they were not this big but I had ignored it thinking that it was due to our physical relationship and maybe the pain was also because of that, but how could I say that it's bleeding because of that? There was definitely something wrong happening.
You might be thinking what I did next? Doctor? No Jimin. I still didn't go to any doctor.
I knew what had happened to me, it was breast cancer and I know I could be saved but I didn't wanted to live anymore in this world. Like every other curious person, I researched about it on Google to get what? To come to know that these were the symptoms of breast cancer and that too a dangerous stage. I still had chances to survive but I was tired of everything. It had happened because of the abortion.
You were the reason for that.
You were the reason for my unhappiness.
You were the reason why I wrote this last letter.
You were the reason that I'm not with you anymore.
Yes Jimin, you were the villain in my life who destroyed me in order to save his so called definition of love.
You killed Young Soon or maybe just tried and couldn't succeed. Or was all of it a fake story? How does it even matter now? You both are together and whose dying? Me Jimin Me.
The way I have written this what can you infer from it ? That I was too calm about my death. No I wasn't. Just like another person, I was also scared of this disease. The cancer in me was growing day by day, the pain was becoming unbearable for me and I knew I wouldn't last long so that's why you have this diary right now in your hands.
I died a lonely death Jimin. I had never ever thought that. I was a bubbly carefree girl who used to think that one day someone will come and change her life, and it happened but that change was unforeseen.
You know I had felt back then. I had felt something which no one can ever understand, I was dying each day and there was no one to look after me, hold my hand and convince me that I'm not alone and I should keep fighting. My life was ending, I could see death a few feets away from me babe. Just a few days and I would die... I knew everything.
There was worsening weakness and exhaustion, it hurt me so much as I couldn't take care of my garden, my flowers were also dying till somehow through some contacts I got a gardener for it. I wanted to sleep, sleep and never wake up again. Much of my day and night passed in the bed. I did nothing Jimin... The Jennifer who used to do everything was now doing nothing and just sleeping. I knew that one day I'll sleep for too long and then will never wake up again, at least that was something I wished every night. Cancer is something which takes you to that place where you feel there's peace in dying rather than living.
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