Jongin writes letters to Kyungsoo every week. But every letter he sends is unanswered to. Kyungsoo told him that he would be leaving to America to further his studies. But Kyungsoo didn't need to study anything. He had a Master's Degree in Psychology to his name. It was only months ago, that he found out that he had osteosarcoma. It was his left knee that hurt for years and he only found out then. Kyungsoo had gone to America to get treated. He reads every single one of Jongin's letters but he never answers. What's the point of answering? Kyungsoo isn't on a surgery-free therapy. He knows the end. Death. That's the end.

Angst kills me, yes, but writing angst, it's an escape for me. Being an author is fun yes, but it's complicated. I get ideas every minute,every hour, every day. Some make me laugh, others haunt me. And writing angst, helps me release them.

I hadn't wanted to write this story. But I wanted to enjoy my holiday to Perth and I had to get this idea out. This idea kills me. But it occurred to me.

Sorry if it's sad, I'm sad too.