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.903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZPa4W6z7C
"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."903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡroihs2aU5k
He didn't react at all. "Care to explain why?"903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG0CDYrrxEu
"I can't. I'm sorry. You wouldn't understand."903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsZAblzmwI
"Oh, I understand perfectly," he spat.903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyrxqLEfH4R
"Seong..." she started, but she had no idea how to finish.903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaK2ECX5ufO
"No, Jong, just don't. It's fine. We're through."903Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ6yQJyqYQT
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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