Paper Cranes

(Angst)

" Why are you always folding those colorful papers, Myungsoo? " he asked me while looking at my fast hands that didn't stop from folding colorful papers one at a time.

This became a habit of mine whenever I visit Sungyeol. I would find a quiet place to sit then bring out the papers in my bag and start folding them.

I'm thankful that Sungyeol isn't questioning me regarding my behavior but I know that he is so much curious on what I am doing. And I didn't pay to give him answers.

Whenever I look at Sungyeol, he would give me his most sincere smile but deep down, my heart aches for him for he pretends to be strong.

He pretends to be strong for us.

Sir, I'm afraid that the next seizure Sungyeol will be having will have a very big impact on his health. It could be very fatal.

When am I going to be strong for you Sungyeol?

Sungyeol is sleeping at his bed. Quietly,I made my way out of the room and saw his parents talking to Sungyeol's doctor. His mother's body is shaking with her hands on her face while his father's hands are supporting the woman from falling.

The conversation end up. I told them that I will be going home and after some nods from them, I quickly left the place.

Sitting inside the bus, I bring out a piece of colorful paper and began folding it neatly. Leaving no room for dirt and unwanted creases. While walking, my hands didn't stop from fol