Hanahaki Disease was slowly taking its toll on Jisung. His eyes were sunken in, his skin sickeningly pale and lips blue in color. His limbs were shaky, and he had trouble standing without some form of support, whether that was a wall or one of his friends. He had stopped writing lyrics, one of the things that brought him extreme happiness, as his hands could barely hold a grip on a pencil.
Jisung, however, had saved his best song for the last, and he had dedicated it all to one person. Jisung felt his life energy slowly drain out of him as time went by, and he knew he didn’t have much time left. He planned to give the sheet of lyrics to Minho, as a final goodbye. Jisung hoped that the song would help Minho remember him, and not forget him when he moved on, as that would make perishing unbearable.
