As I was strolling down the hallway looking for a place where I can buy Lay's food, I accidentally overheard a conversation of two nurses.

"I heard the guy in the room 124 is under great surveillance." One of the nurses said.

Why are they talking about Lay? His room number was 124. It's undoubtedly him. And what surveillance?

"Yes. They also said he has some disease that is not yet being discovered. They should observe him really well."

"It's a big catch. If ever, this is a breakthrough. But what do you think it could be?"

"Brain complication as they said. Poor guy. It's a hard problem to solve. Having that illness is difficult. It lasts a lifetime... if he ever live long."

With this, I can't  force myself to eavesdrop even a little more. Every word is like a knife being stabbed in my chest, my heart to be exact.

I ran back to Lay's room trying to escape the thing that chases me, even if I didn't know what it was.

It was blurry and the lobby seemed to sparkle. Everything was nothing but a gleam of light.

I ran as tears fell down.

I finally reached his door.

Standing at it, I felt my heart getting heavier as if I was about to drop it at the ground. And below my feet, the cement seemed to be as soft as mud pulling me downward.

Tears seemed to turn into iron making it difficult for me to hold it back and just let it fall. Or maybe I'm just too occupied myself to notice they were falling out of my eyes.

I can't get myself to touch the door. Instead, I put my right hand on my mouth to stop the sound that may escape my lips any moment.

Is Lay... going to die?

Eventhough I don't want to think of it that way, I was very troubled by it that I can't help.

Lay is the only thing that I have. Without him, without even my mother or father, how could I survive?

Stay strong, Aya. Lay is not going to die. He's a great man, he'll stay alive for sure.

I wiped my tears. And with all the strength that I have, I opened the door.

"Hey. Where's my food?"

I looked at the ground so he wouldn't notice that I was crying.

"Hey...

Are you crying?" He softly talked to me.

I looked at Lay's face. He's now sitting on the bed.

Then, I ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Lay..."

"Why are you crying? You're always crying." Lay said as he gently pat my back as if I'm a kid and he's my mother.

"Lay..." I tighten my hug to the point he can't breathe well.

"Stop it. My head aches even more because of you."

I moved away from him. But I continued on crying.

"I said stop crying, you foolish kid." He looked at me without any expression.

But I wouldn't stop cause I couldn't.

"Come here." He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.

He wiped my tears with his hands.

"You wouldn't even tell me why you're crying. Don't you have any trust at me?" Lay nagged me.

I shook my head as an answer.

"Then tell me."

I shook my head again.

He sighed and said nothing. But he patted the chair beside his bed gesturing me to sit.

I did as he told me.

"Now. Let's have a serious talk."

I remained silent waiting for him to say anything. But he said nothing and just kept on looking at me. Maybe he's waiting for me to start.

He peered at me with those beautiful eyes of his. I couldn't look directly at those.

"I told you I'm fine. It's just a simple headache."

I remained crying. He stared at me expressionless. Then...

"Nǐ jiù bié zài yóu yù le hǎo ma

Jiù jǐn lā zhù wǒ de xīn zàng

Ài xiàng yī dào hěn cì yǎn de guāng máng
Líng lì de yuè guāng bǎ yǎn jīng guān shàng

Rú guǒ bù shì wǒ shì bié de nán rén
Rú guǒ zhè shì xǐ jù lǐ miàn de yī jù huà
xiào dàn le jiù ba
Wǒ huì hé nǐ de ài jiāo huàn shāng hén

Baby don’t cry, tonight
Dāng hēi yè zài xián liàng qǐ lái
Baby don’t cry, tonight
Jiù dàng zuò méi fā shēng guò yī yàng

Nǐ yǒng yuǎn dōu bù huì huà shēn xiàng pào mò yī yàng
Nán dào nǐ bù zhī dào ma
So baby don’t cry, cry
Wǒ de ài shǒu hù nǐ bù fàng kāi"

Translation: Please don’t hesitate anymore. Just hold tight to my heart. Love is just like a dazzling light. Eyes closed upon the sharp moonlight. If it’s not me but other guy. If this is a sentence in a comedy. Where I can laugh it off. I will exchange your love with a scar. Baby don’t cry, tonight. When the dark night lit up. Baby don’t cry, tonight. Just treat it as if nothing happened. You will never be like foam. Don’t you know that. So baby don’t cry, cry. My love will protect you and never let go...

I heard him sang suddenly. The music was familiar but not the song. It's the piano piece that he always play. Yes. I can never be wrong with that.

"Baby don't cry. My love will protect you and never let go." He said to me as he gently wiped my tears away.