DEAR OOSUN

CHAPTER 1

I would like to think that

somewhere in another universe

you walk into a museum

and stand next to me

as we both admire

the same painting.

when I turn to you and smile,

you smile back and say

''hello.''

- maybe there is a version of us that make it.| iris song

SUNOO'S POV

It's 9 am and I am still in my bed. I am a night owl and I slept at 2 am last night. There used to a time when sleep comes easily but after that incident I find myself waking up many times in a night and get sleep paralysis a lot. I am used to it now.

I hardly remember her during day times but when night sets in and when I am alone in my room fragments of her images keeps crossing my mind. I find myself having visual hallucinations. I see her in every corner of my room. Sometimes she is telling me her class stories, sometimes it's about her clothes, her dreams and sometimes it's about her crush.

Yesterday night I saw her scolding me because I ruined her homework. She keeps playing in my mind and keeps appearing infront of my eyes.

My parents want me to lead a normal life. They want me to do what boys of my age are doing.

'' Go outside with your friends'', '' Why are you always alone? '', '' I want you to be happy again '', my mom will always say these to me.

But it's too hard when she is everywhere I go. Now it seems like my parents have stopped trying to make me smile again and my friends think I am taking too much time to heal.

And now I am used to everything. Those whispers and silent stares my parents share when they see me sitting all alone in a dark. My friends talking about me behind my back and losing them one by one.

This year was a roller coaster ride for us. We were so happy in the early months of this year. She got admission into her dream art college and I got acceptance letter into a very good college especially known for music.

We were just setting our foot into the adult world and she left me alone here. Now I don't find any reasons to wake up anymore. I feel like giving up every now and then.

But I am sure she won't be happy if I choose to meet her soon.

I believe she wants me to achieve my dreams and for that I want to work hard. She really wanted to see me perform on big stage among thousand of people and make the world hear my songs.

For her to hear my voice again, I feel like working hard but I can't anymore. My days are not productive like before.

My parents are professors. My father has been teaching STEM subjects in Seoul National University for fifteen years now and he is famous among his colleagues and students but my mother is more inclined into arts subjects. She is a music teacher in SJA music institute. She even give home lessons to some VIP students.

Due to their hectic schedule they have been busy most of the time. Because of that reason my sister and I get along very well.

She is more of my parent. She has been there when I stood on a stage with my piano for the first time. She was the one who fights for me whenever I get into trouble in school, the one who has been picking me up from school. The one who introduce me into the world of mint chocolates and it's magic after long tiring days.