〝 It's okay, though. In this life, I'll learn to live without you. 〞
Unspoken words of fondness and affection serve as the worst form of karma when the boy who paints grey skies into red sunsets greets the looming face of death too soon, and Wonshik...
The next while, I remember doing everything I could to make you happy. I remember taking you out on dates, bringing you places, buying you things, doing whatever it could possibly take to put a genuine smile on your face.
All happy things must come to an end, though.
I still remember the day that we had to rush you to the hospital for the last time. I remember how frantic the doctors were, I remember how Sanghyuk was sobbing into my shoulder, I remember how I had struggled to stay strong.
I had to stay strong for sanghyuk.
I had to stay strong for you.
I remember how I struggled to comfort Sanghyuk.
It seemed more like I was trying to comfort myself.
And after a while, I broke down.
I remember begging the doctors to let me see you, pleading them to let me talk to you one last time.
And I remember how thankful I was when I was allowed to see you.
I remember crying as I sat in front of you, sobbing into my hands.
I couldn't take it anymore.
And weakly, you reached up, running your fingers through my hair as you teared up.
'Darling, I'll be okay. We'll be okay.'
We wouldn't be okay.
I still remember how you spent your last breaths telling me how much you loved me.
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'Darling,' you called out, with that pretty little voice of yours. 'I love you. I love you to the moon and back. I love every little thing about you,'
I still remember begging you not to waste your last breaths on me, but you smiled sadly and shook your head.
'I love you, darling. Wonshik, I love you. Don't forget that, alright? I love you.'
'Jaehwan—'
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And my voice, small and broken, finally spoke those three words, those eight letters, that I've always wanted to say to you.