Forgotten (Stopped Writing)

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Yoonie. Yoon. Seungyoon. Kang Seungyoon.
Best friends since fourth grade, since he first moved to this small city.
His confused face on his first day of school still sticks to me.
That face, just the same as today's as I'm watching him talk to the doctor through the door window.
My heart aching, eyes still puffy from all the nights crying.
They get up and start towards the door as I quickly run off through the other hallway.
The hallway, dark and quiet.
I was scared.
Yoonie scared me even more.
He's forgotten his family, his friends, his dog Ding, his favorite food.
He's forgotten his voice.
His superstar dream.
Forgotten me.