Sehun's rarely ever wrong. But this time, he wishes he is.  

He wraps his arms tightly around her limp body and clutches her head against his chest as he tells her “you will get better,” but it’s barely audible. And when she looks down, she sees her own heart in his hand, broken and torn apart with blood dripping down his fingers, coloring the smooth wooden floor with a deepest

It dawns upon him in a frightening thought that in one fraction of a moment, he could fall in the kind of love so devastatingly beautiful that it will take him a lifetime to get over.