"Talk to me, Amber," Myungsoo whispered. "Please."
She tilted her head up, holding onto his arms that were wrapped around her waist. "I don't know what to tell you, Myungsoo."
"You're lying. You do want to say something. I know you do."
"I do, but it won't help."
He turned her so they were facing each other, and then cupped her face in his hands. "Just tell me."
She shook her head. She couldn't tell him, not with what was going on, and he knew she wouldn't, so he did the only thing he could think of: he begged. "Please, Amber? Please?"
"I," she grabbed his hands and rubbed them gently. With a small smile, she lied, "I just want you to come home safely. I want you to remember me—think about me—as you train. As you're out there, participating. I want you to live for me."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Myungsoo kissed her gingerly. "And I can do that."
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