Forever Love

Me, the girl who died, and is watching my loved one from above. Me, the unlucky girl. Me, a girl who was loved. Me, a girl who left the world silently. Me, a girl with cancer, who was told that I would be put down in exactly 24 hours. Him, my boyfriend, my mate, and my forever lover, Mark. I knew that one day, a day would come, sooner or later that I had to die from cancer. I just didn’t know it had to be this soon. I sat there, while my doctor told me, starting from 12 today, the life support I had would be shut down. I had always lied to Mark that I had been in a bad car accident, and he would always visit me, every day, not caring about his kpop image.
I knew how much I was affecting his career. I knew that his image was slowly turning, maybe for the best, maybe for the worse. Everyone knew that he was a caring man now, because of me. But also, everyone knew that he had a girlfriend.
As his girlfriend, before I was hooked up on life support, I would go and support him, everywhere, like a manager, a follower, and a loyal fan. Everyone knew that I had the right to stay or go with him everywhere. At 12 a.m sharp, the doctor came in, and told me that my 24 hours started now. I just stared at him, and nodded.
What should I do with Mark? What should I say to him? What, no, How should I tell him? I had decided that I would not be able to tell him, so instead, I started texting him.
To: My baby Mark,
From: Princess Byul
Hi Mark….. I wanted to give you a fun mission!

I sent this message to him, almost in tears. Tears ran down when he replied back.
To: Princess Byul
From:My baby Mark
What is it? >_<

To: My baby Mark
From: Princess Byul
I just wanted to see how independent you would be, I heard this was an amazing trust test. Try not to call me, or text me for a whole 24 hours. Start in five minutes, and come back in 24 hours, to the hospital. :)

I knew how much it would hurt him later on. I just did not want me to have the last image of him, crying and in tears. I knew he would pay with all his money to give me a longer time to live. But, I knew he did not know I had cancer, a rare type of cancer, where the cancer slowly eats you, inside out.
To: Princess Byul
From: Mark
Really? But I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO DO THAT!! But, for the sake of the trust test, BYE~~ LOVE YOU!! SEE YOU IN 24 HOURS!!

I read the text, and slowly broke into tears. The fact that I lied to him, and the fact that he fell for it broke my heart. No, my heart died.I cried for two hours, remembering our past.

Flashback
“You can’t get me!” I smiled at him, running away from him. The soft brown sand ran up with me, trying to escape Mark. Without looking foward, I tripped over a bunch of seaweed, and Mark ran up to me. Worried that I had gotten hurt.
“Are you okay, Byul?” I had nodded, and ran toward the ocean again. I ran in the ocean, the cold water embracing me. “Yah! Wait for me!!” Mark had run into the water, and the two of you had a time of your lives in the ocean water.
Flashback Ends
And I lastly remembered him, proposing to me.
Flashback
In the middle of the cafeteria, Mark, my crush for who knows how long, had held my hand, and dragged me up on the table. “I would like to introduce to you, my girlfriend. Say hi mark’s girlfriend. Everyone say, hi Mark’s girlfriend! I had blushed like crazy after he said that. Mark kneeled on the cafeteria, and asked me. “Byul, would you be my forever lover and girlfriend?” Mark asked. “Yes, I will.” I said, happy to hear what I wanted to hear for over years and years.
Flash Back Ends
After 2 hours of crying my eyes out,and remembering all the things we did, I got ready for Mark. I started writing my farewell letter to him.
Dear Mark,
You are my lover, boyfriend, and my mate. I would like you to know, that you did it. Mark, you succeeded in the trust test. I, on the other hand, failed. I’m so sorry Mark, I had to lie to you, but, I could not leave this world, my last image of you in tears, and crying. Mark, since you have succeeded the trust test, and left me alone for 24 hours. Great job. I just need you to keep doing this for me. Remember, I am always looking out for you, no matter where I am.
I love you Mark, and I hope you love me too.
love, your princess, Byul

I had written my final farewell to him, and then, I asked the doctor how long I had. He said I had about 6 hours left. Instead of spending those six hours, I asked them, “Can you just take off my life support right now?” The doctor, although surprised, said yes. “Thank you.” I told them. And I closed my eyes, and I left the world, for a better place.

Third Person
A few hours later, Mark ran in the hospital, excited to see his girlfriend, and ran into her room, yelling, “I’m BACK~!” Mark was smiling when he came in, but his smile dropped, when he saw Byul covered in a white sheet, ready for burial. Mark dropped to his knees, and stared blankly ahead. “Byul, I knew you were going to leave me, but not right now.” Mark barely whispered. “Why Byul? WHY GOD?” Mark yelled out. Mark could not stay in the room any longer. He had been hurt beyond words.
He left the hospital with a stoic face on. His fans had tried to come near him, but he had ignored them, only feeling the horrible, empty feeling in his heart. He had reached his dorm, and went into the living room. He pounded on the walls for hours, ignoring the concerned looks and questions from his group. Mark had started screaming and trying to hurt himself, when Jaebum thought that this was enough.
“Mark, what happened?” Jaebum asked with an authoritative voice. Mark just looked up at him, and smiled coldly. Got7 shrunk back, scared about the new Mark. Old mark was the happy Mark, the Mark that had Byul. “Nothing. You don’t have to bother with it. And even if you did, you would never, EVER understand the pain.” Mark said, his voice getting deadly and cold. Mark ran into his room, and stayed there. A few days later, Got7 was worried sick, Mark had left the room twice in four days, and that was only to stock up on water and food. Got7 decided to call the hospital, and get all the remains, Byul’s ash, her leftover clothes, and anything else.
“Hello, this is Im Jaebum, and I was wondering if you had anything that was left over from Mrs. Byul. Oh yes, she had left her clothes, a diary, and a letter that she specifically asked to be delivered to him. Would you mind coming to the hospital to pick these things up? Oh! Sure! We will be there right away. Thank you.” Jaebum ran out, with the rest of Got7, minus Mark, who was still in his room, to the car. They drove, high speed, to get to the hospital. When they went there, Jaebum went to the front desk. “Hi, I am the guy who called you a while ago about a girls who died tod- yesterday” The lady nodded, and gave him a box full of stuff.
Jaebum nodded his thanks, and went to a private room, and looked through the stuff. “Hyun, shouldn’t Mark hyung be the first to see this box?” Yugyeom asked. The rest looked up with a questioning gaze. “its s’kay” He replied.
Through the stuff, they found photos. Photos of them. Photos of Mark. Photos of me. Photos I asked the nurse to take after I left this world. These photos brought Got7 to tears. They all left with the box in hand, and went home. To Mark, my love. To Mark, who was wanting to die. “Mark? Umm, we went to the hospital to see if they had anything about B-Byul. Would you like to see through it?” BamBam asked carefully. No answer. “Hyung~ We are SO going to go through it!!” Jackson yelled, hoping to cheer the mood up, just to end up in vain. Then, Mark came out, took the box, and went back in.
The first thing he saw was another letter.
Dear Mark, my loved one.
If you get this letter, it means that I am gone. Gona from the world. Silently and Peacefully. Thank you. You showed me love, when I needed it. You gave me time, when I needed it. You gave me you, when I needed it. Thank You. Remember, I am always in your heart, and will always be in your dreams. I love you. Don’t forget to live your life. Just because I am gone does NOT mean that your life is gone as well. 1 minute Mark. I will give you one minute to clear your mind. One minute, to feel the pain. One minute of weakness. One minute is all. I love you baby, I love you.
From,
Byul.

Notes

I guess the first one got deleted. Must have pressed the wrong thing.
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