All of this is my fault. I wish I could have stopped it. She looked on at the boy in the hospital bed with misery etched onto her face. "How is he?" she asked aloud.1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡflooS7bRQN
"We're not sure he's going to make it through the night, miss. I'm sorry."
She waved the nurse off. "Not your fault. It's mine."
"We can't see each other anymore. I'm sorry, we just can't."1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5DQ2PY9XHJ
He didn't react at all. "Care to explain why?"1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFTayzWw0GL
"I can't. I'm sorry. You wouldn't understand."1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlqIORVmaaP
"Oh, I understand perfectly," he spat.1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbgXIMcNkw
"Seong..." she started, but she had no idea how to finish.1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrt5aOJozef
"No, Jong, just don't. It's fine. We're through."1014Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt64PDReCQJ
His eyes slowly opened that night, to find her by his side, examining his bandaged wrists. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"So am I," he sighed.
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I wish you the best," she said, getting up.
"Jong..." he started.
She held a finger to her lips. "I can't. You know I can't. But you'll find someone else, if you only live long enough to look," she murmured.
As she walked out of the room, silent tears ran down her face. He could never know that she was terminally ill. It would break him, and that would break her. This was easier. Well, not easier. Cleaner. Better for his sake. She was sure she was going to die alone, now. But...if it meant he didn't have to suffer alongside her, it made everything worth it.
She hoped...
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