What I Did For Love

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This is a short love story that’s been circulated on the Internet and is quite popular. The original author goes by Val and is a fan of K-Pop so many of the names used in her stories are Korean singers.

I’ve proofread and editted the story a bit. Most of the editting involved fixing grammatical errors and sentence restructuring. I also reorganized the story into 20 chapters for easier reading. Well, I’ll leave it at that. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

June 17, 1999

My name is Mina Nam. I’m 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right now but I feel my life is slowly fading away as I’m writing my story. At this moment I’m sitting at ‘our’ spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life. The thought of his face keeps me alive.

The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My appearance has changed drastically during the past few months, but the water reflected my true self. Beneath the image of a weak, sick girl, I’m still the same person.

I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve done for him and make him love me back. But I can’t. Love is not selfish.

So I did what felt right. I kept giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though I’ll leave this world soon, my love for him will still remain forever. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on the day that would change the course of my life.

October 31, 1993

“You better come back here you good for nothing brat!”

I covered my ears with my hands. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds murderous and I didn’t want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much already. I was afraid I couldn’t take it anymore so I hid in my closet. I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really angry look on her face. She was wielding that stick that I’m always afraid of. I winced, just thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.

I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right. My mom died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though she’ll be gone, her love is with me always.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. “If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me?” I thought to myself. When I turned 13 my dad married Mok Young, who is the woman currently looking for me with her spiteful eyes. She is a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I had was shattered and I was in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

My closet door suddenly opened. “There you are you wicked girl!” My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next.

*Whack whack whack*

I cried out in pain but I knew that no one was going to hear my cries. There was no one to help me. I desperately began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe.

“Not again! Don’t you see how much you’re costing your father and me with your heart problems? If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we wouldn’t be so poor now!”

I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn’t breathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but they’re not sure how much longer I’ll be able to live. I don’t think anyone would care if I died. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse for a man) came in.

He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom’s arm lightly and said, “I think she’s had enough. You don’t want her to have another attack. Calm down and let’s have dinner.”

“That’s why I’m hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed after school for an hour. She was supposed to buy some groceries and be home to cook. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!”

“I didn’t get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about—”

But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried silently in pain and turned away. I didn’t want to look at her. My dad said, “Well, dinner’s just going to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.”

Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.”

My dad handed me some money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My stepmom’s temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room.

I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was going through. I finished my shopping and checked out.

“That’ll be $3.50.”

“What?” I asked. “Umm…Mr. Choi. That’s impossible. With all this stuff it should be around $15.”

“I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why don’t you keep the change for yourself?”

I opened my mouth in shock. “Mr. Choi.. I.. I can’t do that,” I said as I handed him 20.

He only took five. “No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours don’t give you any money.”

I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.

I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began to scream but the same hand covered my mouth.

“Shut up or I’ll kill you!”

I shut my mouth instantly. I didn’t want to die yet. In the moon’s reflection I got a good look of my attacker. It was a boy who looked a little bit older than me. His face and clothes were dirty but his face had good features and he was very handsome. But this was not a time to think about such things.

He held a table knife at my throat and said, “Give me all your money or I’ll kill you.” I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move I wanted to use on my stepmom every time she pinned me down and hit me. I grabbed him by the arm and threw him against the wall. Then I kicked him hard right into his family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife. I picked up my groceries and ran.

I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive. I was afraid I had kicked the boy too hard and permanently injured him. Besides, since my life is hell already, I didn’t want him to go through it too. So I turned back.

When I came back to the alley, the boy was still on the floor. He was moaning softly. I lifted him up gently. “Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” I said to him. I reached into my pocket and pulled the money Mr. Choi gave me. “If you need money, then here. All I have is ten dollars.”

I placed the money in his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this weird expression that I couldn’t read. I picked up my groceries and this time I left without turning back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I was walking away..

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