So someone I admire very much posted a little drabble on their blog, and I felt inspired to do something similar~ ^__^ It's not going to be as good as hers, but I hope whoever reads it will like it. :) So...here it is~ (Just a little note, I wrote this intending for it to be in Changmin's [DBSK] point of view. :3)

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Sorrow

She was my best friend...my lover. She was my world...my everything. Even if it was something mundane, anything she did made me smile. She never failed to cheer me up. She was the sunshine on my face, the rainbow after the rain... The blooming flowers of spring... The natural, sweet sensation of chocolate. When I cried, she wiped away my tears. When I fell, she put me back on my feet. When I was too tired to go on, she encouraged me--gave me strength.

I still remember her soft smile, decorating her beautiful face. Her patient eyes, looking at me with honest joy. Her gentle touch, her sweet lips... I even remember the way her voice resonated in my ears, the way she said my name, the way she said "I love you." I remember the way her face lit up when she welcomed me home, and the way her eyes inconspicuously flickered when she would say goodbye. I remember the way she would purse her lips when deep in thought, and even the amusing shade of red her face turned when I embarrassed her in front of our friends.

I remember one day when we fought, but I can't remember what we were disagreeing on. The things I remember of that day are her yelling at me like I never thought she could, and the door slamming furiously behind her shaking body.

That day, I made her cry.

For three days, we didn't say a word to each other. But on the fourth day, I ran across the city to find her, and I apologized more times than ever in all the previous years of my life. And that day, she smiled at me.

One year ago, on this day, she left me forever.

Leukemia--the doctors said, but it was too late. By the time she was admitted to the hospital, her body was already giving up. I don't know why she didn't tell me earlier, but she did tell me, "I didn't want to worry you."

But she was wrong.

I worried more for her life than I did my own. I neglected my health, my friends, and my family. All I ever thought of was her. But no matter how tightly I held her hand, no matter how much I pleaded--begged--for her to stay, she just couldn't.

Every day, I remember the good times we spent together.

Every night, I cry, remembering eveything else.

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Kind of stereotypical, yeah... >.< I wrote this a couple months back, but (for some reason) I was really scared to put it out in public... But, anyway... What did you think of it?  :3