Dearest Chaewonie,

Even if the last image you'll have of me isn't that pretty (since well, I had lost my hair already because of the chemotherapy sessions geez) and I am basically just bones, I think Ganjang would find me a fine meal (kidding) thank you for still looking at me with the eyes of love, like I was the still the most beautiful person in your eyes. I can't even stand up right now to hug you so I was just dictating this to Kkura-unnie.

Sorry for being useless. This day should've been our scheduled flight to Jeju, right?

Chaewon. I'm starting to... kinda... accept the idea of me dying... I know we promised to be strong for the both of us. I knew we promised we'll only talk about me, recovering, but... Chaewon, my condition's getting worse day by day... and it pains me to hear you cry beside my bed every time you thought I was already sleeping.

Chaewon... I still wanna fight... but if losing means you being free from this pain, I'll gladly surrender.

Yours,

Yenaring.

xoxoxoxoxox

Dearest Yenaring,

This was the first time I was able to read this letter. I thought I was already prepared, but I guess I ain't. No amount of preparation will save me from the pain of parting with my greatest love.

I then realized, maybe it was rea