january 4th 2011

dear yuri,

i remember that day we were seven and you punched a guy in our class because he called you dumb for believing in fairy tales.

the best part of that day was that i got involved and we were both sent to the principal's office. nothing is funnier than explaining to the principal that you hurt someone because you believed in fairy tales.

as i sit here in the chair next to your bed, i recall that you look like sleeping beauty as you lay there, all fast asleep with nothing to wake you up.

if this was a fairy tale, i would have been your prince in shining armor and woke you up days ago. but of course, this is reality and all i could do is wait.

nurse nira stopped by again as she asked me how I was coping. to be honest, i told her the truth. i told her that i wasn't okay.

all she did was smile at me as she explained to me that writing to you will help me stay calm and express all my feelings.

and it is true, i actually feel like i'm talking to you as i explain to you everything by writing in here.

oh, yuri if only you could talk back.

sincerely,
kim jongin

july 1st 2015

yuri stood by the window as she observed the people who walked by the hospital with smiles on their faces. she stared at them from afar as she smiled to herself when she saw them talking to their loved ones.

"i wonder how that feels like," she whispered as she continued watching everyone passing by. after a couple minutes, she turned her head and looked over to her bed.

she immediately spotted the journal as she remembered what she had read that morning. "punching someone, isn't that a little too violent?" she laughed to herself as she got up and dragged the pouch that was connected to the needles inside her arms.

she gently sat on the bed as she reached out to touch the book before the sound of the door opening interrupted her.

"yuri, someone sent you flowers," her mother's voice rang out. yuri raised her eyebrows as she bolted to the door. "careful there, you can hurt yourself." yuri nodded her head as the flowers were placed into her hands. she made her way over to the bed once again and opened up the card attached to it.

"mom, can you read this for me? i don't know what to expect of it," she nervously asked her mother. her mother smiled as she read it to herself before widening her eyes as her eyes followed every word written. "mom? who is it from?"

her mother sighed as she struggled to find the proper words to respond to her daughter.

"maybe you should see for yourself."

authors note;;

be proud of me, i updated thrice in like two days. hope you guys enjoyed this?? hehe who do you think the flowers are from? i cant wait to write more of this ((;;

- nehal

ps. enjoy the photos in the multimedia