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"yah, park jisung! stop crying like that."

but i kept crying.

someone stuck gum in my hair and i had to chop that bit of hair off. now i had this weird portion of short hair on the side of my head.

i was scared.

i didn't want to be made fun of again.

"don't worry about those bullies. your hyung will always be there to protect you. besides, it'll grow back."

he patted my head gently, leaving my cries to come to a pause. i felt comfort in mark's words.

out of everyone in my class, mark was the only one that cared.

cared enough to ask me if i had eaten. if i felt okay. if i wanted to play. if i wanted color the concrete floors with colorful chalk.

i remember you gifting me your small box of chalk, saying that whenever you couldn't be at school, i can still draw and color if i wanted to.

the box had your name scribbled on the back of it, so whenever i lost it, i can always find it again.

you were my guardian angel, hyung.

you cared enough to talk to me and protect me from those who hurt me.

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i'm sorry i didn't notice before.

i'm sorry i didn't see the faint bruises on your skin.

i'm sorry i never noticed you not going to school for days at a time.

i'm sorry i didn't know that you cried under the tree in the park everyday after school.

i'm sorry that i never knew how much you were hurting.

' BREAKING NEWS:
    
     young male around the age of nine bled to death due to a fatal blow from his father.
     the body was found in the young boy's bedroom wrapped in his own blankets, lifeless.
     investigators and police are on the case, interrogating the father of this boy who was identified as mark lee. '

you protected me, even though you yourself were getting hurt. 

you were only nine, and i wished you would've lived till you were ninety-nine.

a good heart like yours help mend a shattered heart like mine.

and i couldn't be more grateful.

i just wished i could've said thank you before you left.