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Dear Chan,

The last thing I saw before everything turned black was you. You were standing above me, trying to keep me awake, but failed. Please, don't blame yourself. I was careless and weak. Please, just don't blame yourself. I was the one at fault. I should have looked both sides of the street before crossing. The last thing I heard before the world around me shut down was you crying my name. It hurt my heart because I couldn't help you or console you. Instead, I was lying on the cold hard ground, blood running down the sides of my face to the grey flat cement. And the last thing I remember before I died was you.

P.S: I didn't get to tell you, but I love you.

Moon Jiseul

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