It’s 12:00 in the morning December 25, 2012.
When Woohyun and I went to the rooftop of the Hospital, I actually planned all these. While we were going to the rooftop, I told the nurses and staff to give Woohyun a balloon every time we passed on their direction, gladly it was a success.

I blindfolded his eyes; smiling in satisfaction I start to light up the cup cakes and the cake with candle.

I released the blindfold,
he was shocked, happy? I guess to see the big poster saying “Happy 59^th monthsary my baby Nam Woohyun”

He was crying, he couldn’t hide his smiles, he pulled me into a hug, and he hugged me so tight. I suddenly felt the love.

After that lovey dovey moment, we went to the other side and eat. I fed him, red velvet cupcakes, cookies and cake. I was so happy to see Woohyun happy again. I made it finally!

As far as I know, the time stopped. EVERYTHING froze for a moment when I see Woohyun collapsed in front of me, gasping for air. I cried my out I don’t what to do anymore! Is he dying?

“WOOHYUN!” I shouted, he’s been rushed into the emergency room. Doctor tries to rescue his life, I keep on praying, Myungsoo was there patting my back. I think I’ll be having a mental breakdown soon, or I’ll be crazy. I don’t know what to do….

5 hours had passed, 5am

I was in his room, he’s okay now. He’s sleeping peacefully. I kissed his forehead; I don’t want to leave his side. Please stay strong Nam Woohyun, please don’t leave me, please. I’m begging you, God, I’m begging you, please give Woohyun a chance to live, he still needs to experience things. Please… Please