He stands quietly beside a rusty white hospital bed.

It's empty.

The teddy-bear he had protected so dearly from the rain lies on the cold floor now, abandoned.

He stares at the spot his loved one's head had been resting just some hours ago...

And he cries.

He breaks down, ignoring the doctors that try to calm him down.

He ignores the sting from his knees as they hir the ground.

He's gone...

And suddenly he remembers the words the sick boy had just told him yesterday.

"Hey Sehun, you want to know what I'll do tomorrow?"

"What, Lulu?"

"Tomorrow I will live."

They had just laughed it off as if it was nothing, kissing each other gently.

And now he stands...

Next to an empty bed, alone.

"Goodbye, Lulu. See you tomorrow."