July 17

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Today, everything changed.

As Minho and I sat on the bench overlooking the city, the soft hues of twilight painting the skyline, he turned to me with a solemn expression. "Hyunjin," he said, his voice gentle yet weighted with emotion, "there's something I need to tell you."

I felt a strange calm wash over me, a premonition of sorts, as if the universe was preparing me for what was to come. "Yes, Minho?" I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "I'm in love," he confessed, each word echoing in the silent space between us, "I'm in love with Han."

In that moment, as Minho's words hung in the air like delicate petals on the breeze, I felt it—the blossoming of flowers in my lungs, their petals unfurling with a gentle grace. It was as if my body, in its final moments, mirrored the beauty and fragility of love itself.

But amidst the pain and the petals, there was something else—a genuine smile that spread across my lips, unbidden and pure. For in that moment, as my life ebbed away, I found solace in Minho's happiness. I was happy for him, truly happy, that he had found love in Han.

As the flowers continued to bloom within me, filling my lungs with their ethereal presence, I closed my eyes and savored the bittersweet symphony of life and love. And in that fleeting moment, amidst the petals and the pain, I found peace.

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