DEAR OOSUN

Chapter 11

Sometimes I wish life was

written pencil so we could

erase it and write it all over again.

- Thisuri

SUNOO'S POV

I am sorry to say this but I am doing better than I thought. I feel like I am sticking around more than I deserve. I thought of leaving them in the months of winter, but it was cold and I was scared of cold icy water. Then I thought of leaving them in the months of spring, but it was beautiful everywhere , they seem extra gleeful and I didn't want to be the one who steal their smiles. So I stay...

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating and I picked without looking at the caller.

"Hello" I said while drinking water from my water bottle..

"Hello, a lady said whose voice sounds similar to my mother but I know that she is not my mother.

"I am Niki's mom, Mrs. Riki. she introduces herself.

"Oh, I am Sunoo.... Than it clicked to me, she must be calling me because she is unable to reach his cellphone. So I looked at his bed but he is not there.

"I am sorry Mrs. Riki, he is not in the room at the moment. If you have any message for him, I will convey it to him without any fail." I assured her.

"No, I am calling to talk to you.' She said and I suddenly feel anxious.

" I have heard lots of things about you from Niki and he says that you have good heart, good voice and especially you makes him happy." She pause a little and after contemplating she continued,

"so I want to return the favor.... these past few days he keeps telling me to help you out. He says you are not sleeping and eating well. He finds you crying in the bathroom in the middle of the night. He worries a lot about you."

I was shocked and I stopped breathing after hearing those words from Mrs. Riki. I want to hang up the phone so badly but I didn't want to be rude.

"He talks a lot about you whenever he is talking to me. He is not someone who is good at lying. He needs to ventilate from time to time. But he is trustworthy. He is a good listener and a good secret keeper.

If you ever feel like talking to a good friend, approach him... You won't regret. And after a long silence she said,

"but if you are in need of professional help, call me . I am a medical person and I can help you connect with best therapist." She said hesitantly...

"I am sorry if we are intruding or if we are knocking on the wrong door, I keep telling him to wait for you to approach first but he said he is scared.... he thinks you are going to leave them soon."

I felt like someone threw bucket of cold water on me. I was wide awake. One minute I was having shortness of breath, the every next minute I was hyperventilating. I was feeling different emotions in that few minutes of call.

I don't remember who hanged up first, I heard nothing after those last sentences.

I was not there with Mrs. Riki anymore.... But at our kitchen dinning table having breakfast with my mother and father. I remember that day like yesterday. No matter how much books I read, medicines I take or therapies I attend I keep reliving that day. It always comes in my dreams.

"Pick up your sister from airport today. Your dad is invited to a important party and he needs to be there." Mom said without looking at me.

"What about you? Are you going with him too?"