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Key’s P.O.V

I was only 17, but I was not a fool. Deep inside, I always knew there was something wrong with me. I knew my time on Earth was going to be short and I accepted that fact. I was prepared to let go everything until people around me discovered my problem, making it even more difficult for me to say ‘goodbye’.

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The monster was growing inside me – I could feel it. In the morning I would look into the mirror - unable to recognise myself. Seeing my own reflection, I would wonder why it chose me as its shell. I didn’t understand. Did it mean I was somehow special?

Even though I was slowly being battered by the beast, I refused to tell anyone about it. It was my secret and I was intending to die with it. However, things didn’t go exactly how I planned. Day after day, the presence of the monster got more noticeable. I tried to supress him, but I was too weak. Everything I did was useless. Gradually, it took over me and I could only watch as people around me suffered.

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One afternoon, my mum took me to the doctors after watching me scream in the attic due to a headache. The devastation in her eyes showed how frightened she was. She was screaming my name as despair curled with her voice. I hushed her, telling her not to worry. I even tried to console her with a hug, saying I was fine and there was no need for me to see a doctor, but she wouldn’t listen. I was reluctant since I already knew the result. Compared with death, going with her was even more terrifying.

When the results were out, we both sat in front of the doctor, waiting for his words to pour from his lips. I could hear it - my mother's heartbeat. I wanted to tell her not to be afraid because I was right beside her. Yet how could I say such cruel things when I knew I wouldn't be with her for long? If those words were said, they would forever haunt her once I leave. How could I possibly have the heart to torment my beloved mother?

At last, the doctor shook his head with his solemn expression, pulling those tears out from my mother's eyes. I heard her sob, but I did not dare to turn my head around. No tears or thoughts made its entrance to my mind. However, her mournful weeping was slowly eroding my heart away, making it smaller and insignificant.

She pulled me into her arms, my head like she did when I was a child. Holding me tightly in her arms, she whispered the words which took my breath away.

“Don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, Kibum, please don’t leave me. Don’t go,” she choked on her dry, hoarse voice whilst her tears continued to fall onto my shoulders. The expression she had was unbearable for my heart to handle. I wanted to protect her, but her tears simply made me weaker. She broke down right before my eyes, and I had the urge to do the same. I didn’t want to leave. I was only 17 and I didn’t even have a chance to take good care of her.

“Mum, please don’t cry,” I sighed as I pulled away from her hug, wiping her tears away with the palm of my hand. I pretended to be strong. I looked as if I wasn’t bothered by her worry or the illness, but the truth was, I was petrified. I wasn’t afraid of death, but I was afraid of inflicting a chain of endless grief to her and the people I cherished. I was scared of the consequences my death would cause.

“Kibum, I’m so sorry.” Just like that, she buried her face into her hands, ashamed to even look at me when I was her son. Was it right for her to apologise to her own son? Her apology just added to my guilt.

Would it not have been better if I left this world quietly? 

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Before I leave, I have one wish. One wish is all I need for my soul to rest peacefully. Can you please grant me my wish?

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‘I will grant you your wish, because that’s all I can do for you.’

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Disclaimer: All characters are borrowed. I have no rights to anything but the writing itself. This is the work of FICTION. Therefore please don’t take it too seriously, because it’s only my imagination working in a different way compared to yours.

Those who have already watched the trailer - please don’t have such high expectations, because I don’t want to disappoint you guys with my writing. Enjoy. *waves*