After my exam was out of the way, I got a message from my friends, that my best friend, Jori, slowly devoured and inevitably consumed by depression, resorted to hang herself. 

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Nights suddenly became impossible to sleep; images of Jori would come back to interrupt mind. It was so unreal so strange that she was no longer part of the world, when I could still remember her scent, her voice, her giggle; when I could still bring all this moment back as vividly as if it happened 10 minutes ago. At some points of silence, I felt like she was sitting there as usual, and listening to some sniggering jokes we used to be laughing at. But no - her flesh was nowhere to be found. 

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There's on full night when I was restlessly worn out after all my tears had oozed from my body, it made me feel so drowsy, that I could barely keep my eyes open. As soon as I doze off, she peered into my dream, and started talking to me. 

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"Death is death. Accept the aletheia. Absorb the aletheia."

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Oh là là my dearest friend, yet no truth can cure the sadness and shallowness we feel from the loss of others!

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I've heard of someone saying, one does not exist in the world if no one ever knows or remembers him or her. The moment that we share, will never fade away as long as it is engraved in my memory. 

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In this moment of life, however, nothing changes except you.

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Written by Nicola Ulaan (Wan), inspired by the death of Jonghyun.