9.

"Have you checked the door?"

"Yes"

"You will cook, won't you?"

"Absolutely"

"Maybe i'm wearing your shirt, can't really tell"

"It's true"

"I love you"

And Jiwon kissed him, hard.

11.

SungHoon prayed for every single days of his life. When he was alone in Hawaii, when he stood in front of the judges, behind the stages, after meals.

He believed in God (" For Thee, my Lord, for Thee"). God gave him hope, God gave him strength. He had lived gratefully with every breaths since the first day of his life.

Jiwon prayed, too. He prayed for his family, for the food he got when he was young and alone. He prayed at home, at the church, in front of the cross and behind doctor's door.

Jiwon stopped praying the day SungHoon gone blind.

12.

"What is this?", Jiwon lent SungHoon a round thing.

SungHoon smelled it, felt the furry skin at his balms, his eyes was shinning

"It's a kiwi!"

"Yep, you're right", Jiwon took the tennis ball out of his hands. He placed it on the floor, not even cared if it would rolled under the couch. "It's the 5th time correct in a row. You're getting better"

SungHoon smiled, brighter than ever. Just in one moment, maybe in a flick of an eye, Jiwon was thankful that Sunghoon couldn't see him now.

13.

"When we wake up in the morning, we will look at each other' eyes. We will bathe in the warm sunlight as we drink tea in the garden. We'll fond up the laundry that smell of suns. Hold hands as we go shopping, make dinner together and eat till our bellies so full. We'll fall asleep in bed, comforted by each other's body smell.

And ordinary, and yet at the same time, so precious. A future I didn't let myself dream about. We' ve been waiting for it so long. Surely, one day, it will happen.

I'm so thankful it happened with you before everything was too late."

(1/2017 - không bao giờ viết tiếng anh nữa urghhhh)