The cardiologists rushed to the emergency room as her bed was pushed inside.
She's having a hard time breathing and they needed to do the operation in advance due to the rapid growth of her heart.
Mark was only looking at her, and before she could enter to the operating room, she grabbed Mark's hand and handed him a thick envelope filled with letters inside.
She once again smiled at him before she closed her eyes together with the door of the OR.
Mark dried his tears and stared at the envelope in his hands. A beautiful calligraphy was printed on it, saying Letters to Jaemin.
Together with it is a small note that has a short prose dedicated to her dear Jaemin;
“Before blue was the only color for me,
But you changed my mind;
And taught me that blue isn't always the color to be chosen,
For there is also a bright yellow color.
You are my yellow, Na Jaemin.”
Mark's tears once again leaked from his eyes, knowing that even on the death row, her sister will always love that one boy, Na Jaemin.
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Letters to Jaemin
Short Story-wherein jaemin received a bunch of letters from a dying girl; Epistolary × Narration unedited | re-writing in process
