Melodies Of Betrayal: The Toxic Encore ✓

Chapter 15: Areum

Chapter 15: Areum

MAL placed a small, gentle kiss on her lover's forehead before staring at his unconscious face with hearty eyes. His exhausted, pained face along with his pale skin, his weak body, and his pink, plump lips.

To her, he was perfect.

Every inch of him was perfect.

Her chocolate brown eyes were clouded with tears at the image of him in pain. Needless to say, she couldn't handle the ache in her heart every time she imagined him not doing well. The only thing she could do at that moment was pray.

"I love you so much, sweetheart." She whispered, inches away from his ear. "I love you so, so much."

No response.

Mal knew that he was nowhere near waking up, because of how exhausted and ill he was. But she needed him to. His so-called friends were waiting downstairs.

"Baby, you need to wake up," she muttered, her fingers tapping his cheek gently. "Your group members are here."

He unconsciously tilted his head to the side. Mal continued to stare at him, ignoring her heart shattering in the distance. She continued to tap his cheek to grab his attention.

And after a few tries, his eyes weakly fluttered open to meet her gaze. His vision was blurry and his eyes burned from the light inside the room.

"N-N... N-Noona." He groaned, attempting to close his eyes once again to avoid the light.

Her heart broke once again at his weak, almost inaudible voice.

"Sweetheart, your group members are here. I need to get you downstairs." She spoke, her face inches away from his. She fought the urge to place a soft kiss on his forehead and glanced into his dazed eyes. "Now, sweetheart. Please."

He barely shook his head and attempted to move his legs and upper body to get out of their king-sized bed. Mal watched his struggle to do so, her eyes filling up with tears at the sight of him unable to move.

"N-Noona..." He whispered, his voice weak with pain and dizziness. "I-I can't... I can't f-feel my legs."

She allowed one tear to stream down her face. A tear of heartbreak, guilt, and despair. Heartbreak because she didn't like seeing him like that-no, hated! Guilt because her insides told her that she was slowly watching him lose his life and there was nothing she could do. She was constantly reminded of how useless she was. And despair because she needed him to get better as soon as possible. For her sake, at least. She couldn't afford to lose him. He meant everything to her.

"I'll help you, sweetheart." She whispered, inching herself closer to place a long, soft kiss on his forehead. "I'm right here beside you. Don't worry."

And despite her attempts to distract herself by whispering sweet nothings into his ear, her own mind was clouded with thoughts.

Terrible thoughts.

Because it had been a while since he was sick.

The doctor told her that he would be okay in less than a week.

And she was doing everything she could to help him get better.

So why wasn't he?

Why was he getting sicker and worse by the minute?

She placed one arm under his thighs, and one just below his waist, then carried him away from the bed. He allowed a low groan to escape his mouth, his eyes rolling back to his head.