After that day, I didn’t go to school because I’m not in the mood. I looked for some things that he left.
1 pants, 1 short, 1 school jogging pants, study table, a CD & the notebook he gave to me.
In the afternoon, a group of guys just arrived at our house. They say that John Lee told them to pick the things that Youngkwang left.
They got the study table. NO!!!!
They’re holding the bike already when I pulled it.
“No! Don’t bring this! Youngkwang gave this to me. It’s a remembrance”
But they keep on forcing me to let go of it.
“Let go of it, darling. His dad wants to get it” my mom said.
“But Youngkwang gave it to me!!”
“Sorry” said a guy.
“Sorry won’t do anything! Give it to me!” I cried.
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While typing this chapter, I was crying TT.TT
YOU ARE READING
I miss my Korean friend:(
Não FicçãoThis is not FICTIONAL. This is a real story of mine. Comments are appreciable. Thanks :)
