Dear Death,
Hello. It's me again, I know it's been a while. Along with the departure of Jaebum, my motivation to write to you had taken its leave. My room is dark, only lit with the light of a small wax candle; the light is not as bright as that of Jaebum's. I've been yet to leave my cave. Jinyoung has still been visiting, though it has become less often as time goes on. I guess he has started to realise I'm not worth all his precious time. It happens to everyone. I'm tired. Tired of what you may ask? Life. I have placed so much burden onto everyone I encounter. Those who I thought liked me have gone. They go off to find people who give them happiness, just like they tried to do to me. They soon realised it was like trying to make a house of sticks; useless and a waste of time. Maybe it's my time to go. Thinking of you makes me happy. Maybe joining you is for the best. I will bet here soon, just be patient.
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
