It was late night and it was quiet, too quiet.

I could see the night lights of Seoul slowly go off from the roof top of the hospital.

I closed my eyes as the cool night breeze blow softly on my face.

If I jump, no one would realize that I’m gone at this hour.

Will anyone care? I asked myself.

No, no one. My family would be happy if I’m dead, they won’t have to deal with me anymore.

Your wrong, Mia. He cares.

 I open my eyes and glance behind me, hoping I would see him standing there.

Forget it. A voice in my head said to me.  It’s been two days since he last visited you.

That’s true. He’s probably too disgusted to see me right now. Well, after finding out about everything, I don’t blame him.

I took a step forward and realized my left hand was pulled back by the IV stand. I pull off the connecting tube and look at my blood oozing out. It hurts, but right now my mind and soul hurts more.

I asked myself the same question again as I step onto the higher level on the roof top. Will anyone care?

No, no one.

I closed my eyes and feel the cool breeze one last time before jumping off the roof top.

Good bye, jin young. Saranghae.