I would've loved her

Letter 08

Dear Jungkook,
I'm sure this is definitely you, I'm sorry for you putting you in circles and letting you go through this grief.

I'm sorry for using you, I wanted someone to express my anger and I know you were the only one empathetic enough to express that for me.

Last year, I submitted a thesis to a corporation in the delusion I could win over them.

What's funny is, I wasn't delusional. I really won. However I couldn't accept it, I wouldn't be allowed to go out. So they offered me a scholarship and when the scholarship didn't pass through my parents.

The founders behind the corporation stepped in. The couple offered me a deal, which was they'd pay for my schooling help me out of this situation, fake my identity but in return I'll be working with them.

That was the moment when my life changed. For the better.

The founders of the company lost their daughter in a suicide and wanted to help me.

They call me their saviour and I call him mine.

They heard about my story and made me an offer. The odds were all in my favour, it is impossible to meet a person who not only understands you but also has the power to alter your life, it's also not possible to be smart enough to be wanted so badly by a corporation.

But I believe It was my luck.

Since, I used you. I felt it was my responsibility to inform you about the truth. I'm well and fine. By the time you are reading this, I would have already been flying out of the country.

The corporation was based in Boston, US. I hope we meet again in life. I genuinely hope.

Love,
Ju won.

It wasn't luck.

It was the results of her good karma. She finally got what she deserved.

Happiness.

I pushed the letter close to my chest and cried. I kept on crying. This time they were happy tears.

I walked back to my room and saw those flowers, this time with a smile. It feels like I received those flowers from her.

I walked back to my bed after tucking the 8th letter with the rest of the 7 letters. With that I started binging barbie.

The night went, the next day everyone was giving Ju won's friend- no ex-friend group bas glares. Weirdly everyone paid attention to our homeroom teacher.

Someone has painted pretty flowers on desk and right now it was filled with colourful flowers instead of the white ones. I heard Ju won's parents were under investigation for child abuse and neglect.

Her doctor and medical reports were brought in for the same.

Some students talked to me about her. Telling me about how brave they think I am for doing that. While I took huge breathe. She changed the atmosphere even as she went.

If this is not inconic what else can I say.

Summers went, winter was here. A new year passed and I hoped she was doing fine.

Every other festival went by, I smiled and laughed with my mom and my friends from the guitar club. Auditioned for a band and got in.

A year of hard work and time to time I would think about herz Someday it was for a few minutes, some days it was for a whole day.

A lot of people would visit her on her supposed day if death to her grave and sometimes it was funny to look at, sometimes I was simply grateful she was away.

She was loved.
Not at the right time.

So many people loved her yet only when she left.

Yeah people cried for her a lot, and a lot of people think about her now too.

During our school reunions, there would be a seat always empty for her, she never really had her first drink they think.

I hope you tasted alcohol. It's not so fun but is fun.

I don't attend school reunions anymore, I'm quite busy but it's nice to think that you still live in the same world as I.

I said I would've loved her.
Funny.
But I do love you.