ALONE

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The night sky was devoid of any clouds. The sparkling moon was a huge disc entangled in the window frame. The sky was cold and empty, Stars hardly visible in the polluted city of Seoul.

Under this gloomy setting, Jimin was walking down the streets with hands tucked inside his pocket. He was twenty-one years old but his thin frame and soft features made him look like a young teenager. His blonde frizzy hair was being gently stroked by the soft breeze and his eyes mirrored a sad, blank expression that could shatter your heart upon a slight gaze.

He felt so lonely, so isolated even in the crowded city of Seoul. He had no friends, no family or so he thought.

Every day was same for him, with waking up alone. Serving coffee to random strangers all day with a fake smile plastered on his face only to return back home to hug the cold silent apartment waiting for him.

Everything was normal, monotonous until today.

The day when he got to know that he had stage four cancer with only half a month left on his life span.



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