All of this is my fault. I wish I could have stopped it. She looked on at the boy in the hospital bed with misery etched onto her face. "How is he?" she asked aloud.793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCkPkW8Enw
"We're not sure he's going to make it through the night, miss. I'm sorry."
She waved the nurse off. "Not your fault. It's mine."
"We can't see each other anymore. I'm sorry, we just can't."793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx5CEqYFZEO
He didn't react at all. "Care to explain why?"793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1w1fiKFsmH
"I can't. I'm sorry. You wouldn't understand."793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8U0vJp7Q6m
"Oh, I understand perfectly," he spat.793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XFwmuKGmX
"Seong..." she started, but she had no idea how to finish.793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpr8ndw6bgH
"No, Jong, just don't. It's fine. We're through."793Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgfm4hVvKw1
His eyes slowly opened that night, to find her by his side, examining his bandaged wrists. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"So am I," he sighed.
She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I wish you the best," she said, getting up.
"Jong..." he started.
She held a finger to her lips. "I can't. You know I can't. But you'll find someone else, if you only live long enough to look," she murmured.
As she walked out of the room, silent tears ran down her face. He could never know that she was terminally ill. It would break him, and that would break her. This was easier. Well, not easier. Cleaner. Better for his sake. She was sure she was going to die alone, now. But...if it meant he didn't have to suffer alongside her, it made everything worth it.
She hoped...
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