"Hyung... it's me. It's me, Junsu. I'm being serious, hyung. Where the are you? You haven't been to work. You haven't been to church. We haven't seen you since... since... Xinling noona's... well, you know. We're all worried sick. Your mom. Your sister. Your cat. Your dogs. . Everyone is worried. I don't know if you're just ignoring our calls or something bad really happened or... hyung... can you just... when you get this message, can you give us a call back so we know you're okay? We're all praying for you. We're all praying for—"

prayers.

What did they ever do for me? Nothing. A load of nothing. They prayed and prayed for her... long through the night. A lot of good that did. She's dead. She's ing dead. Have faith. Have faith? What does that even mean? To me? A load of nothing.

I don't have time to sit around and wait for a miracle. Time... I'm running out of time. With these two hands, I have to grab a hold of her now. She is my last chance at happiness.

Without a plan, I dart through the crowd.

Can I hold you?

"Miss... Miss, can you hear me? Miss, please talk to me. I'm a doctor."

She seems to be having trouble sustaining consciousness. Has she been eating well? Has she been sleeping well?

Can I hold you?

She doesn't say no.

I lift her up and hold her tight against my chest. She is my last chance now. She is my only hope.

At happiness.