𝟙𝟝 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 || Kang Taehyun || TXT

Letter 12

Dear Taehyun,

It's hard to accept change, I know that firsthand. Sometimes, reality makes us pick hard decisions. Love or your dream. Leave them or die. It's like a rose, it looks pretty on the outside, but there's always a price to pay when you pluck it from its roots. That's how I feel about my choices. There's always a good choice, but it means leaving something behind. In my case, it means something valuable to me. Our friendship. Something I never want to let go.

I don't know why I still want to cling on it. I suppose it's because I miss the old times. The old times where we smiled happily and everything was easy and not complex. Where we were carefree and oblivious about life. Death. Love. Friendship. Loyalty.

Is this me undergoing adulthood? 'Cause then, I never want to grow up. Growing up is hard and I guess I'm too fragile for it. I'm not ready, and I'll never be ready. Not in a million years. Not even when it's the end of time. But I guess it's not my choice whether or not to grow up.

Today, a patient in the hospital died. People say it was a boy, just around my age. The nurses were whispering about it when they came in to check on Nadia and I. I even heard the hospital carts rush down the wing, shouting orders to one another. I'm shivering in my bed right now. I can't imagine a boy around my age dying in the same wing as I am. I hope he had the best life he could ever wish for. I hope he's soaring in the skies.

Today, sometimes I lie in my cot staring at the ceiling of my room. Why was life sometimes so harsh to have a boy at such a young age die? To hear the sobs of heartbroken parents must be one of the worst things I ever heard in my life. To cry must be one of the worst things you can do.

If any good came out of the boy's death, I learned that life can be cruel. Sometimes, it could give you a bundle of joy, but the next day, that joy could shrivel up like a prune.

The boy's life was short. He was probably going to do amazing things with his life, but the world decided it to cut his string short. His parents would never hear him laugh or complain ever again. He would never be able to hug them and smile 'cause he's gone. He won't ever see or touch them ever again until they're all in the afterlife. If there is an afterlife.

Being in the hospital, I think, has made me wiser. It doesn't matter if you're rich and you live long if you have a sad, lonely life. Money and life span doesn't matter. What's the point of living for money if you have no one to give it to and love you? I think living like that is worse than being happy and surrounded by loved ones but having a short, poor life.

Every breath you take can be your last. Every time you step outside could be your last. Your life won't last forever and that's why you should make the best out of it. There's no point in living an insignificant life.

I want to make the rest of my life the best it could be. And Taehyun, I just want to do one more thing with you. I just want to talk to you just one last time before everything goes down.

From,
Euna

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A/N: Hope you enjoy the longer letter!