23 october , 09:12

i held the mixtape in my hand and smiled at you.

"the mixtape is done, love." i whispered as tears stained my cheeks.

"but i guess i'm late."

yesterday, you were listening to one of the tapes. i held you for the last time.

the last mixtape you heard - everythingoes.

everythingoes, everything goes.

even you.

you listened to it, for the last time you could. it was only just a minute before you had given up to life.

i kneeled down on the grass, caressing your smooth stone grave.

Park Soohye
24 september 1994—22 september 'xx

i plugged in the earphones and listened to the mixtape you wished for.

you didn't get to listen to this.

but thank you for listening
when i said, "i love you."

| Now everything goes
back to its place
My shadow's reflected on the sky
I'm standing on the darkness
Head down, to my heels