The Last Page
Description
Wu Fan, which later was known as Kris, a famous rapper of the group EXO in both Korea and China, revealed the heartwrenching story of his first love. He spent his childhood, mostly just moving around with his family. At the age of 16, he ended up in Canada, where he met his first love, Kristine Wilson.
Kristine Wilson, a half Chinese and half white girl, was diagnosed for Leukemia possitive three weeks before meeting Kris. The doctor told her that she had six months to live since she was at the last stage of Leukemia. She asked to stay home before she really absolutely need to be treated to go to the hospital.
Kris, who fell for her at first sight, discovered about the ugly truth two weeks after he saw her for the first time, sitting on the porch of her house.Being asked by her mother for help, Kris decided to help Kristine lives her life the fullest for the last few short months of her life.
Falling in love with each other made it harder for them to accept the truth that they would not be able to be together for long.
A heartwrenching story of love, life and the will to stay alive.
This story is pure fiction. Every event is fictional. The story is being told in Kris's point of view.
Foreword
I flipped slowly each of the remaining pages and read every single word she wrote. Every single page was wrinkled up at random spaces as though she had cried so many times while writing these diary entries. It was heart breaking for me to just stare at every little dot, knowing that those were her tears. Some of the words were smudged away and then was rewritten after being wiped away. She wrote down all of the memories of us and everything that we did, in tears.
Slowly, there came the last page of her painful diary. It took me a lot of confidence to be able to flip that last page over.
Things I want to do before I die
I stared at that line, the last page of her diary. As memories flooded back, I found it hard to breathe. I quickly closed the diary and ran outside, seeking for some air to comfort the tightness and the pressure in my heart. Kneeled down on the snow, I began to sob. Small, silence sobs began to turn into screams. I grabbed tight my left chest, where this poor heart is supposed to be at. I wanted to rip it right out of my chest and stop it from beating, stop it from feeling this tightness, this pressure, and this pain. But oh, I wished I could have done so.
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