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The building loomed tall, glass windows sewn into the sky, mirroring couples with their arm linked hands as they wove between flashing cameras, well adorned elites and a long welcoming red carpet.
Hae-jo walked a little in front of her, Hee-won hovering over his shoulder as her brows pinched in concern. His eyes betrayed his growing hope in his chest that the third candidate, a multimillionaire of a pharmaceuticals company could be his father- his saving grace. Because surely a conglomerate of the biggest pharmaceuticals company had a way to save him.
"If he is my father, my darling Hee-won, ten billion for you" he smiled. "You can finally open up that bakery"
But she had become more concerned about his deteriorating health. It was one thing to come to terms with yourself dying but seeing someone you love go through the same thing was torturous. Was this how he felt the entire time they were together?
His eyes lit up in awe, taking in the congress and the lavish convention centre but Hee-won couldn't share the same sentiment.
" You had another episode didn't you?"
She couldn't hold herself back from asking. It had been gnawing at her all night and she knew she struck an unwanted nerve in the way his eyes dimmed and jaw ticked.
"I don't know what you're talking about" he said rather strained as they slowed before the entrance as his fingers raised to fix her dress she had borrowed from Bong-suk. Hee-won grabbed his hands gently and lowered them from where they played with the hem of her collar.
"You know what I mean. Last night. You can fool everyone, Kkari, Bong-suk. But you can't fool me Hae-jo" she said as he lowered his head with a sigh.
''What do you want me to do about it Hee-won. Just let it consume me. Spend my last moments lamenting the fact that I'm going to die. Or maybe , maybe I can push it aside and do things that make me happy. Let me just pretend things will be okay" he softened towards the end. He inhaled lightly and ran his hands down the side of her hair before resting them on her cheeks.
