Here I am. Sitting on the same hospital bed, hearing the same noise from the machine that is keeping me alive, and the same view from the window that I have been looking through for the past 5 years of my life. Life has been the same thing everyday for me, sitting on this bed, hearing and seeing people pity me, and hearing the same old ' It's going to be okay' line everyday. What do they know? They haven't been hospitalized, they have friends and lovers to run too, they can go to school and socialize, they can trust people.

I'm looking at the same old view through the same old window seeing the same old people socializing and having fun. On the other side of this window people are having fun, talking, enjoying freedom. The only thing that is keeping me from the outside world is this glass window. Suddenly the door opens and I see the nurse with this boy. He has a dark complexion, pretty hair, but his eyes....

" Suzy, this is a new patient. I thought of introducing you two since he's going to be right next door."

The boy looks at me like he understands me, "Your eyes...they're just like mine..yearning...longing...suffering..."

What? What is this guy going on about?

I looked into his eyes and for a moment I felt a reassured. Like someone finally stopped pitying me for once and looked at me on the same level. Looked at me like I was a human being, a person who hurts, a person who wants to be loved. 

I snapped back into reality and he smiled at me

"Hi, my name is Kim Jongin"

I bowed slightly at him examining his features. He's wearing a whitle loose long sleeve and some slacks, he really is skinny....

The nurse sm