"jιna. " waѕ тнe naмe ι мυттυred
вeғore collapѕιng onтo
тнe cold ғloor.
"jιn-yong!" ι нeard тнe oтнerѕ call.
ι coυldn'т мove.
ι waѕ тoo weaĸ.
"jιn-yong." мoonlιgнт ѕoввed.
"pleaѕe. don'т leave мe. "
ι ғorced мy нand тo reѕт on нιѕ cнeeĸ.
"goodвyeѕ aren'т eaѕy. ĸιѕѕ мe ғar
well, мy love. "
нe genтly reѕтed нιѕ lιpѕ agaιnѕт мιne.
ι ғelт нιѕ тearѕ drιp υnder мy eyeѕ.
ι crιed aѕ well.
ι dιdn'т wanт тo dιe.
noт ιғ ι нad тo вe ѕeparaтed ғroм
мoonlιgнт.
ι ѕlowly drιғтed away ғroм мy вody
aѕ ι drew мy ғιnal вreaтн.
goodвye мoonlιgнт.
ι love yoυ.
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A Smoking Illusion
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