JiYeon's POV

I hurried to the docter's office to check my eyes and to get my schedule date ready.

I quickly rode a taxi and headed to SEOUL Hospital.

I took out my walking stick and started to guide myself into the building.

It was pouring outside so I ran inside so I wouldn't be soaked.

I arrived inside and a nurse guided me to my subscribed doctor.

She gently pushed me into a room and I automatically knew I was in his office.

I smiled and waved but I recieved no answer.

"DR.KIM!"

I screamed a bit scared.

"Ji-Yeon?"

Since I heard my name I started to look around, touching every item so I could keep my balance.

"Ji-Yeon, it's me Myungsoo, what are you doing in my dad's office?"

We talked back and forth but relived that he didn't ask me what was wrong with me.

Suddenly my doctor or Myungsoo's dad started to laugh which I obviously knew that he was finally here.

I think hid dad motioned Myungsoo to leave because Myungsoo immediately left.

My doctor sat me down on his couch and he talked to me about the donor and the surgery date.

Then he gave me a piece of paper to hand the front office.

I walked back outside and the nurse took me back downstairs.

I gave the front office a piece of paper and she gave me a piece of paper with braille.

It read...

Donor: Park Baekyeol 

Sugery date: This Tues, September 29, 2014; 6:28 P.M

I sat down and smiled, what would it be like to see again?

I imagined a life with all my friends laughing at a lunch table while Myungsoo was hugging me.

In reality a dream is a dream and nothing was real.

I had no friends, me and Myungsoo aren't in a hot relation and my life .

I grabbed my cane and went back home.

Today was Sunday and I had exactly 2 days until I could see.

I was screaming my life out and jumping on my bed.

That's when the door opened.

I heard heavy footsteps coming toward me.

Thump thump thump

Then it stopped and I felt a cold heavy breath.

"You don't have the right to smile. You're a murderer."

Then I felt a cold slap across my face.

"GO die."

I knew exactly who that was, it was my father.

My dad walked out of my room and slammed the door shut.

I felt my cheek which was burning hot and felt the corner of my lip which was burst open.

Maybe he was right, happiness isn't for me. 

Just maybe I shouldn't have my cornea surgery.

Should I just live unhappily and....

Die?