The both of them were on her bed when Hwayeong took a notebook that was covered by a thick brown leather beneath her pillow.
Luhan furrowed his brow when she handed it to him. “What’s this?”
“It’s a compilation of quotations about hope.” Hwayeong explained as the boy reached for it. “This also helps me going.”
Being curious at what she just said, Luhan sat up and carefully opened it.
The papers were old but on every single sheet, there was a dried flower and below it was a string of words of encouragement.
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+ Hope is the thing with feathers; That perches in the soul; And sings the tunes without the words; and never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson
+ The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
-Barbara Kingsolver
+ I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
-Robert Fulghum
+ We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming—well that’s like saying you can never change your fate.
-Amy Tan
+ When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.
-Pittacus Lore
It was very thick but Luhan read every word that was written on it.
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It was a month bursting with hope, love and butterflies. But although everything was fine, there’s always a part of them that kept on preparing for the complicated games of the unpredictable fate.
And sometimes, we have to admit that there’s always an end in every exciting situation.
Luhan was at the grocery store when he received a call from Mrs. Lee.
She gave a long explanation and the world stopped before him after hearing Mrs. Lee’s statement. Everything just seemed to stop moving including the beating of his heart.
He didn’t wait for any goodbye because he just quickly hung up his phone and ran straight to his car, leaving behind the thought of buying.
With shaking hands, Luhan started the engine. He didn’t know what state he’s into because all he knew was that his mind was in complete jeopardy and that all that matters was to go to where Hwayeong was, hoping that she’s still breathing.
After reaching his destination and asking a few information to the customer’s service, Luhan walked to the elevator with a swollen heart that made him feel like his rib cage became far too small to contain it.
“Auntie,”
Hearing that familiar voice of his, Mrs. Lee stood up from her seat and tried to plaster a smile but she found it hard because frustration basked her face.

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Farewell Flower
TienerfictieTime is the killer. She is the innocent victim. He is the witness.