She was seventeen years old, going on eighteen. Her name was Park Hyejin, and she lives in Korea. She had the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, she had cute curly short hair, and she was the funniest, nicest, sweetest, the most loving person I’ve ever met in my lifetime. And today, she died.
She was really sick when she was little. I got to meet her at Children’s Hospital in Korea while I was there as well. Her and I have very similar names, and she treated me like her younger sister.
“I’ve always wanted a younger sister," she used to say as she brushed my hair on those hard, bothersome hospital bed. "I’ve always wanted one to pamper and take care of."
She was only a year older than me but she was like an adult. Even at young age, she was mature, sweet, gentle, and loving. She was like a family to me. We relied on each other a lot through therapies and surgeries.
When I told her I was going to move to Canada, she looked at me with those pretty eyes and smiled at me. I cried a lot because I didn’t want to leave her, I cried because I would miss all the funny stories she told me, I cried because I didn’t want to leave part of myself there. Alone. But instead of complaining like I did, she told me that she’s happy for me. She told me she will wait for me to be successful and then we can buy big houses with dogs and cats and have nice flowers in the yard and bake cookies everyday. She told me she will become a doctor and she will work very hard, and she promised me she will come to University in Canada so she can study with me. Right before I left, she gave me her earrings. She tole me those were her favourite pair but she wanted me to have it because she loved me lots. She told me she will never forget me and I should do the same. She told me to wear the earrings at all times and I promised I will. In return, I gave her my ring that I absolutely loved. We promised each other, even pinky promised, to meet again and to live together like our dreams were.
But today, all that dream that I had built up crashed.
It vanished inside me and tore me apart.
And I can’t do anything but to sit here and cry.
She was the one that told me to never say goodbye, because goodbye is a sad word to say. Instead, she told me to smile and say "see you later,” because that means we can meet again someday.
But today it’s a goodbye.
There’s no more later.
She was finally okay and she went on a trip to Jaejudo from her highschool, but then the ferry sank.
I cannot do anything but to shiver in fear she would have been in. I can’t do anything. I can’t.
When her mother called me tonight to tell me that she is no longer with us, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t hear anything. I had this thin strand of hope that made me at least pray for her wellbeing after hearing that the ferry sank, but at that moment, everything just stopped.
I miss her.
I miss her so much, I do.
I don’t even know how to end this post anymore.
She was too young, too hopeful, too beautiful for death to take her away.
I hope I can see her again.
At least one last time in my dreams tonight.
And I hope she became an angel like she was down here.
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