“I am still waiting.” He said softly.

I woke up in fright. I looked at him standing near my bed. He is still here, watching me sleep. He shouldn’t be here anymore. We already talked about this. Why – why can’t he understand the situation?!

“I will not give up on you easily.” He mused while he walked near my bed room’s window, I can see all the feathers on the floor and the pair of bloody scissors on his right hand. I gasp as I saw him gritted his teeth in pain – the feathers that he excruciatingly removed are growing back swiftly while every second pass. He looked so helpless. His wounds are healing, his smooth skin – still as clear as porcelain.

“You know for a fact that I know how to fight until the end.” He smirked and gave me that handsome smile. His tall nose-bridge still goes pretty well along with his thick eye brows. I don’t even have enough words to describe this inconvenient situation.

“Junjin, please – leave.” I tried to hide my sadness. I pretended that I am not affected even if I am totally unwell inside. My heart is, my heart is so numb with agony. I can’t see him like this forever. If staying with me will mean torture, I am willing to give him up.