Love and Letters: Dina and David's Story

ovie-like that I can almost hear a cheesy soundtrack playing in the background. Followed by a roll of the credits as the couple's picture pans out, of course—a happily ever after and the bi

n't make me want to gag, I head toward the 7/11 just across from me. The road is getting slippery from the weather so I stru

at I see. Asian, with a beautiful face, flawless skin, and an outfit that can probably buy an entire

which means he's probably used to it, too. He does give me a

f course, she'd be interested in him. Mr. Cool (this is what we're calling the guy now) just nods at her non-committally, heading straight into the

ay, slowly approaching Mr. Cool. His head is bent, deep in contemplation abou

of myself. He obviously didn't want the company. Come to think of it, I'm not the kind to strike up a conversation with a stranger in the middle of the night eithe

ontinues pretending to be the only person in the room. Picking up a set of chips on one of the shelves, Mr. Cool pats the back

n. He finally turns his attention to me, clearly annoyed now. But bef

look back, maneuvering the puddles in front of me and praying to the gods that I don't slip. I hear Mr. Cool'

alley, hoping that would discourage him from picking up his pace. But he keeps giving chase, so I run even

nt of me. Scoffing, she has her hands on her hips, looking at me reproachfully. I look down at her feet. Gone were the usual fi

ing both my hands

just...so detached? Collected? You know, like he’s God’s

. "Are you insane? What kind of an e

l and suddenly felt the urge to steal from them?" I ask her cheekily

g her hair in frustration. "You promised me you would chang

r stories with just one look. I guess that happens when you only have one friend your entire life. The bond has no choice b

ave a goal and time is running out. I can't we

able as it becomes evident that I won't tell her anything. "Call

ld probably insist that she can take care of herself and throw me an even mo

riend away, I look at the wallet in my hand. For reasons that I cannot tell Maisie, I need money. And

Prada leather wallet? I open it again and rummage some more. There are a couple of receipts

he's smart, and I feel he is, he's probably already called to cancel all thes

ts on either side of him. It's your classic picture of a happy family. I frown at it, trying to remem

omething shift. I pull it out curiously. It's a folded piece of

uder in my ears, and I f

this doing in a s

RS STA

ber 3,

uh? I can only imagine how horrible it must be where you

suddenly turned Korean. She's been cooking Korean food daily, which must be eaten with chopsticks (or so she insists). She's now using their weird skin products, too, and wearing their cutesy outfits. She's even learning the language from an onl

ing, I am not racist toward Koreans. I get discriminated against for being different than 90% of the population here, too

ust can't accept the fact that Mom's moved on now,

letter ever makes it to y

e,

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ber 10

Kok

w husband, Arnold, that I needed a break from school, and they thought it'd be a great idea

from here. You don't have diabetes, right? You also don't have dentures? Never

If there's anything they want me to brin

I can't wa

ie

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ber 11

Maisi

nd paper to reply to me. You told me you love being my

round. I promised you that I had changed, didn't I? Please, ju

know). I just don't know when yet because Mom is all over the place with her excitement, and Arnol

You’re not very stealthy. I can hear you

e,