The Storyteller
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How far could you go to be with the one you love?, How much could you give to see him survive?, How much could you do to stay with him forever?
I was Lee Seunghyun. A cardiologist. A guy who thought before, that no one could defeat his knowledge, that he could fight against illness. I was recognized. I was the Cardiomaniac people used to call me. But I met him, in a way I wish I shouldn't. And he was slipping away from my hands. The sound of his heartbeat resembled the ticking of the clock, reminding me that his illness was stealing him away from me.
"You heart is destined to greatness" I was told. Was it the greatness to love him?, to cheerish him?, to met him?. That boy, called Jiyong. Some things are made to became history, but this was only a story shared between two. Memories can easily fade away, because of many circumstances, some worth saying die when the one who carries them fades away into the sky. But I, without any intention, made a story. I became a storyteller of a story I now want to share with you, my beloved.
A story about the greatness of my heart.
Foreword
Writing a diary, is something simply personal. Never destined to be read by someone else, or to represent something for someone. A diary is the treasure chest only for the one who writes it. With those thoughts in mind, Lee Seunghyun opened the hard cover of the notebook in front of him, and grabbed tightly the pen between his fingers, uncertain about what to write or what to say.
A diary is a story, your story written by your own hands, that remains plastered over the yellowish sheets for eternity, turning yourself into something eternal. A diary can make you live, stay, exist between the black stains called words written in a hurry or between the blurred words because of those fallen tears from your eyes. A dairy retains the deep soul from its owner forever.
"A diary returns you to life", murmured a raspy voice, while a pair of delicate, almost girlish hands shifted the pages between his hands, trembling. Staring at the white piece of paper in front of him, at those messy words, written in something close to an attempt to be italics. Those words that were almost like a whisper, burying into his head:
This diary is property of Lee Seunghyun
"Only a life lived for others. Is a life worthwhile", Albert Einstein.
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This story will be narrated completely by Seungri.. as if you were reading his diary. =) Hope you like it.
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