He did not flinch, and I hold onto his hand, my tears dropping on his pale face. He did not seem to be bothered, like what he used to when I spit water on his face or even wet his face with my tears. He cannot possibly be...dead.
Everyone shouts that we should call 911, but I stay beside Jiyong, still holding his hand tightly, and without looking, I know that the cameras are rolling. I was too late. I should have told him I love him, before this thing happens. He should have known. He should have.