My stomach was on fire. It is as painful as being tortured in hell. The smell of fresh blood still lingered in my head and kept upsetting my throat. The sensation of throwing up burned my stomach till my esophagus was strong, like the acrid fog bearing down upon me. At least it was bearable than the pain that slaying through my chest, the sudden rain of grief gushing down my heart. I called for the person I remembered holding him just now, but he’s no more.

“Jiyong…”

“Madam! Madam! Stay where you are!”

A blanket was kept properly my chest, covering my whole body, and a hand smoothed down my head.

Crippling pain buckled my stomach. Black spots swam in my vision, spreading until they blocked out all the light.

“She’s losing consciousness again!”

The black abyss welcomed me, luring me with its freedom from agony and the ache of displaying images of Jiyong covered in thick red liquid.

NOVEMBER

Is it possible to feel numb over this pain? Wake me up from this nightmare, God.