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.1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7tQB2KCXfz
"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."1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fMoJbWV4w
He didn't react at all. "Care to explain why?"1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiNEWYkX0k5
"I can't. I'm sorry. You wouldn't understand."1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ7kiTHGkyu
"Oh, I understand perfectly," he spat.1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdAnthonlij
"Seong..." she started, but she had no idea how to finish.1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuYvL2tzj2r
"No, Jong, just don't. It's fine. We're through."1056Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7VonnVK7R
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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