8 days left.

It's quiet in her room today, the beeping of the machine the only sound. It's a deathly silence; anyone would feel suffocated in the unnatural stillness.

But it's not all still. The girl, the one no one had faith in, moves.

A slight movement, but a movement all the same. A twitch of her eyelid. A doctor would brush it off, saying it was her body's reaction to not moving for so long. A nurse would ignore it, deeming it something they imagine due to lack of sleep. But it was there, and it was real.

Days ago, no one believed that she would ever wake up. She didn't even believe it. That voice, that beautiful, comforting voice, was the only reason she held on for so long.

And now he's left. That person gave up on her, telling her she shouldn't have held on for as long as she did. But she doesn't regret it. The heartbreak in his voice was too raw for her to give up now. All she has to do is move.

She would do anything for that voice. For that person.

For Choi Yeonjun.

Her eyes open.