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When Kyungsoo got home, the sun was beginning to set. The night slowly crept up on day, camouflaging it's arrival with a watercolor sky. He didn't realize how busy his day had been until he sat down. The weight of the day he had just lived hung off of him, keeping his body anchored to the scratchy fabric of the sofa. Pushing himself up he started making his way to his room, passing the kitchen on his way in. The brown box lay untouched, perched perfectly on the table. When he found it on his doorstep this morning, there was no sign of anyone having left it. The only thing written on the box was his name in thin black letters. Since it was addressed to him, he brought it inside, threw it in the kitchen, and left quickly for school.

Now, Kyungsoo reached for the box. He wanted to take it and put it in his closet. He was tired and didn't have the time to fool around with strange objects. The day's heaviness still lingered on his arms as he tried to pick up the box. He couldn't keep his arms up for longer than a second and the moment the wrapping paper came in contact with his fingertips, the package tumbled to the floor below. Sighing in annoyance with himself, Kyungsoo knelt down to gather it up again only to discover that the package had opened upon impact and all that lay inside was a black book. Taking it out of the box, he cradled it in his hands and took it inside his bedroom. Soft pinks and purples and blues filtered through his windows and transformed his monotonous bedroom into a dreamlike space. Shedding the weight of his day through peeling off his clothing, he then climbed into bed and sat cross legged atop his crumpled gray sheets. He set the book down in front of him, and with his thumb he grazed the edges of the pages, lifting them just enough to reveal small shooting stars drawn on every corner. Filled with curiosity he slowly lifted the front cover and opened the book. There on the first page, written in the same thin black letters that were on the top of the package, were five words he recognized. Five words he soon realized he'd keep coming back to over and over again–

I wrote this for you.

-J