And I hope death cradled you in the softest way before you left everyone that loved you.
And I wish I got to tell you how much I loved you before you closed your eyes for the last time, and I wish you knew how much your little sister has been crying, calling for you to come back home.
I hope death felt like feeling a mother’s touch for the first time; warm, soft, and inexplicably beautiful, because you were all of those words combined. With our love, I’ll carry your name with me when I read another Bbangsaz fic, because surely there will never be another Hanni to my Minji. You are just that irreplaceable.
You wrote stories while I brought them to life, and I wish I was able to finish this one, but I’m not strong enough to do so without you.
I hope you know that I miss you everyday, especially when I am in my stats class, waiting for my phone to buzz to life at your name once more.
(I regret everything I left unsaid).
I love you, R. I hope you’re eating all of the burgers and fries up there.
-A.
