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Rain pours heavily over the streets of Seoul, and you walk home, legs almost about to give up due to the lack of energy. Your face is tear-stained, your heart wretched, your soul torn apart. And it is all my fault.

I did not need to leave. I wanted to. 

You are drenched head to toe, the locks of your luscious, curly hair sticking to your forehead, and your eyes are colored red. And as I walk beside you, I don't know what to do to make you feel better. 

I am your culprit; I am the cause of your sadness, your exhaustion, your damage. 

I hope you can forgive me for causing you immense agony. 

Chan, I am sorry. I should not have taken my own life. 

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