ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs; ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ

"I hold a piece of yours"

His lungs were dying, her heart was weak.

"He hated seeing her cry, the tears in her eyes caused her eyes to glow like soft diamonds. He felt guilty admiring her tear filled eyes, feeling as though he was selfishly taking advantage of her sadness by observing their beauty as they shined. He wiped her tears and held her close to his scar faced chest as she let every ounce of sadness she had felt all of these years, escape her beautifully."

Her heart was weak but her hope wasn't, his will was as weak as his lungs. Their souls were the only thing keeping them fighting, while hers flourished his was dying. Of all the hospitals in the city of Seoul,they happened to be staying in the same one. The two meet under circumstances of death, and the clouds that struck upon them a storm, gave them a silver lining.