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But if you loved me, why'd you leave me?

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Another glass

Another drink

Another night

Another failure

Another loss

Guilt

It was all she felt recently.

There was no escape anymore. It was as if some other being higher than her had decided that she would spend the last few years of her life, pining after a thought that she would never be able to make real again.

Two years.

That's how long it had been since she had watched the life disappear from his eyes and the breath escape from his lungs. She couldn't control fate, but she could try to change it. She would find something that would make everyone see she was right.

He would be back for her, and he wouldn't have broken his promise.

She continued to read through the multiple codes in front of her, trying to figure out which one would work best to make her dreams come true. She just needed to find the right one, and once she found it she could start programming it. And with the DNA she had collected she could make it happen.

It would be correct. Down to the last detail. So far none of the codes had been stable enough to hold the information she needed. She needed it to be able to hold over a thousand medical procedures. Surgeries, examinations, prescriptions, allergies, everything. That was going to be his job.

To do the one thing he had always dreamed of. She would give him the chance all over again to do what he had wanted. She had spent to long working now to give up. Despite everyone who told her to quit she would continue to persist through the long hours, pushing herself to make it real.

The screen glinted in the reflection of her eyes, causing them to feel sore. She couldn't give up now. Sleep was puling at the edges of her mind but she wouldn't give in that easily.

She still had time before it got to bad and the professors would come in and kick her out for the night. It was her daily routine now and she couldn't think of anything else.

Wake up. Shower. Get dressed. Eat. Go to lab. From there she would spend hours just sitting around trying to do what she hadn't already accomplished.

There was a feeling now though, one she couldn't clearly recognize. It felt as if there was a chance that soon something might happen and she may just do what she hadn't before.

Thoughts raced by her, reminding her of the days before this where he was still with her. She was going to make that happen again no matter what. That was her only life goal now.

Miyun turned to her second screen, reading over the multiple lines of code that were being processed at once. It was amazing that she couldn't find a single one.

Just one would make it easier for her to start this. She already had everything ready to be programmed in, and the moment that she found the proper code, she could start to create what had taken two years to develop.

Then she could do what she had vowed the day she had seen the light disperse from Jungkook's eyes.

Her hands were shaking with the lack of sleep. She had gotten a total of eight hours in the last three days, and she was finally feeling it.

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