Our story won't end, we'll meet again [BL/Chanbaek]

17

Is it hurting?

Is it hurting?

sick.

It must be sick.

The ceiling is blurry, and my body is trembling. I guess I really am sick.


"Chanyeol. Chanyeol..."
"Yeah, Baekhyun."
"I miss you."

Are you crying right now?

"I miss Yeolmae. My Byeon Yeolmae. My Yeolmae listens to Mommy so well now. She walks and runs well now."
"Yeolmae, I'll tell you to come tomorrow morning. They say Yeolmae is sleeping right now. To grow up."
"Yeolmae, I miss you."
Me too. I miss our Yeolmae too.
"Fruit... not the small fruit, the big fruit."

Baekhyun raised his weak arm and waved it in the air.

"Hyung, Chanyeol hyung."

Baekhyun calls his name affectionately.

"Yeah, Baekhyun."
Our fruit... big fruit,
"Baekhyun, should I ask Jongin to come over? Do you want to see Yeolmae?"
"No, because Yeolmae is sleeping..."

Chanyeol pressed the call bell by Baekhyun's bedside.

"I, I'm not dead yet..."
"Yeah, I know. I know, Baekhyun. But, but you can't get sick."

I'm sorry, Baekhyun.
actually,
actually.

I'm so scared.

"Get a morphine prescription in my name. Hurry!"

In an instant, a huge pain strikes my head.

Baekhyun lets go of Chanyeol's hand and cries.

It flutters like a mentally ill patient.

I watch you from a distance.

I hope you can get through the night.

May I be able to breathe, even just a little. May I be able to live, even just a little.

May the four mouths holding opium sticks be able to swallow something up, through the throat, tomorrow.