I wish I was there earlier, Park. I couldn't tell you, I wish I did. I hope all my tears mean something to you.— You're the one and only I'll always love, Park. —I whispered through my salty tears, holding you in my arms. — It was fine if I was the only one who's hurting, why did you do this to yourself? Why did you leave me? — I looked at his face. The way he died was horrible, but the smile in his peaceful face was everything I needed to know it was right. Loving you was right.
— See you soon.
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Tears.
Short Story"You're the one and only I'll always love, Park." Second part of "Notes."