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His fingers felt cold and delicate in your hands.

You dared not to press them too hard.

He was in such a fragile state it terrified you.

He was sick.

Dying.

He had brain cancer.

He only had weeks left to live and it destroyed you.

It was as if he was hanging from a ledge that you couldn't help him up from.

You pressed your lips softly to his hand.

Visiting hours were ending soon.

Your shallow, dull eyes looked at his pale face.

His hair covered his forehead.

His eyebrows were contorted showing he was in pain.

He was asleep nonetheless.

The doctors had dosed him with sleeping pills just minutes before.

You felt tears brim your eyes.

Why did it have to be him?

You asked yourself that a lot.

It made you weak.

You wanted to grow old and have grandchildren with him, yet here you were waiting as the time bomb ticked down the minutes he had left to open his eyes.

You let out a hushed sigh before standing up.

The tip of your fingers brushed his cheek.

You closed your eyes letting a tear drop down.

You opened them again and turned around.

You had to go.

The soft beeps of the heart monitor pushed you to the door until you no longer could hear them.

You shut the door and spotted Sanghyuk sitting near it.

You walked over to him.

He stood up and hugged you.

You felt your inner walls breaking.

You gripped his sides and began to cry.

"Why does it have to be him, Hyuk? Why?"

He gave no reply and only held you tighter.

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