It hurts… it really does…

I don’t remember when I was inflicted with the “disease,” but I do remember the unbearable burning sensation it came with. The feeling of being burned by multiple hot irons simultaneously was unbearable to the point I would pass out after each episode.

I look into the bathroom mirror as I trace the lines peeping out of the knit fabric. I stop once my fingers come into contact with my shirt. I lift my shirt only to be stopped by Myungsoo. Dropping my hands, I look at Myungsoo questioningly. His eyes told me the painful truth. Saddened, I walk to him and wrap my arms around his waist whilst resting my head at the crook of his neck. Sigh…

I look up to Myungsoo and ask, “When do you think I’ll…” I trail off.

He looks at me and leans in, letting our foreheads touch. I can feel his eyes watering even though they’re closed. His lips quiver ever so slightly, almost as if it didn’t. I kiss him softly, hoping the mood would somehow brighten.

It’s weird. I feel nothing but the need to comfort Myungsoo even if I’m the one who’s dying.