White flashing light.

This was what I was seeing right now.

I couldn't see the greenness of the trees around me. I could not see the blue cloudless sky.

That was all there was. White flashing light.

But even if I couldn't see the colors I wished to see, I could still feel. I could feel the wetness in my head. I could still hear. I could hear people speaking with nervousness, some with shock.

But one voice stood out.

"Haesung! Wake up! Please." The trembling voice pleaded. It was just beside me. So even though I already had no strength to move, I moved my head slightly to the source of the voice.

"Haesung, please. Not now. Lord, not now." The voice said and a hand went caressing my cheek.

I couldn't understand anything. But it was the best feeling for me. I mustered up  my strength to hold that hand, and even though I couldn't really see, I still searched for the owner's face.

"Hurry, someone call an ambulance!" He shouted to the others, I could hear footsteps.

And that was when my vision became clear. I saw a guy with a prominent jawline, the first thing I saw. He had that bow shaped lips which were trembling in-- fear maybe? His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes which were already covered in tears were looking at me. He was holding me in his arms.

I managed to chuckle.

"Y-yah. Let go of me." I said, almost a whisper. I looked at him in the eyes and gave a weak sarcastic smile. "Whoever told you you could hold me like this?"

He shook his head as more tears came out from his eyes. "You-- you can still manage to let out rude talks to me even though you know you're already dying?" His voice was trembling.

"I know. And you holding me like this is really the laaaaast thing on my mind." I whispered hoarsely and I gripped on the hand on my cheek tighter. He held me close.

I was now seeing the sorroundings, there was a car whose front was badly damaged in front of a big tree, and that said big tree was right beside me.

"Haesung, could you just please shut the hell up? The ambulance is coming, and I wouldn't want you to die yet. Not now." He said as he looked at me with one of the saddest eyes I ever saw. But I didn't mind that.

I managed to give off a weak laugh again. "For what? For you to tease me and tell me bad things? Na-uh. I'd rather die." He too gave off a weak trembling laugh. But his eyes never even showed happiness.

"Yah, Kim Jongdae. How dare you force your laugh at me?" I said. I suddenly held on his shirt because my head was really starting to get heavy.

"Haesung. Stop it. You'll lose more blood. Please, stop talking for me."

"NO. This would be the best thing, you idiot. Can't you see? When I die, I won't even get to hear your annoying voice everyday of my life. I won't get irritated just to see your ugly figure always  with me. I won't-- I won't----"

"Haesung, please."

"You know what, CHEN?" I managed to emphasize the nickname he SO didn't want to hear. "After all these years, I'm finally able to be free. Free from everything. Free from you."

I looked at him and he was now sobbing. I could feel my grip on his hand starting to loosen. But I still gripped on it tighter. I could hear sirens getting louder and louder. And when I thought that I really got no strength anymore, I used my final strength to tell him something.

"Just for you to know Jongdae, I Hate You." My grip on his hand loosened. My eyes drifted closed.

The last thing I heard was him saying something to me amidst the loudness of the sirens. But it was really becoming more of like a whisper.

"...you." Then everything went black.