I finally wake up, smelling that familiar smell of fresh blood streaming out of the person lying beside me. It was a girl; fresh stains on her chest, seems like she’s been shot by a gun. People were frantic; the hospital was in a complete cacophonic chaos.

Jongin, lay my ashes on the beach where we first met. We didn't get to see the sunrise, but it's okay. We didn't get to play in the snow, but it's okay. I haven't heard you play the piano yet, but it's okay. I still love you.