A Series of Sadness

Part 5

"Iseul. I think I'm going to die. I love you. Thank you for everything." Jeong-ho whispered, his words slurred.

"No! Don't say that!" I started to cry, warm tears sliding down my cheeks, "You can't go!"

I began to sob. His breathing became shallower and shallower. I grabbed him, hugging him, trying to squeeze the disease away.

"PLEASE! NO! JEONG-HO! I can't lose you! Please! Don't go! Don't ... don't leave me! No!""

"I'm sorry, Iseul. I love you too. I'll miss you. Don't forget me."

"HOW CAN I? HOW CAN I LIVE WITHOUT YOU? NO! PLEASE!"

"There's nothing I can do. It hurts. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. Bye. Goodbye. I love you."

And his chest stilled. His body limp. His eyes were empty, staring at a sky he would never see again.

I felt like my heart was broken.

My heart ached with something indescribable.

I collapsed next to my brother's lifeless form.

I lay there, hopeless. Dead, inside. All my energy had been sucked out of me and fed to hungry sharks. Four days ago. Four days ago everything was happy. Everything had finally gotten at least a bit better. The wind was howling, screeching like a dying cat. The clouds sobbed, sharing my pain, drenching everything in their tears and the sun was gone. The wind twisted and turned my hair, and it flapped in my face. Rain, again. Rain had killed everything that was left of me. I got up and stumbled forward, my eyes fluttering. I tried to keep them open. Just a little longer I told myself. Just a little longer. Is this what I deserved? To lose my parents, and then my brother? To be alone forever? IS THIS WHAT I DESERVED?! Life was over. I was over. I reached the highway, and mournfully looked to my left. A truck, quite big. Perfect. My entire life was a tangle of experiences and memories that didn't even make sense anymore. I stumbled forwards again and waited. Waited. The rain poured heavier, and I felt some tears escaping from my eyes even though I wasn't commanding them to. What was the point in life? It really wasn't worth living. Living for a miracle to come and save me. A MIRACLE THAT DIDN'T EXIST. At last, I took my last breath and stepped onto the road. Everything went black.