i crouched down to be at eye level with jisung. "i don't want you to die, either." i sniffled, cupping his cheek.

he looked up at me, a flood of tears gushing down his cheeks. "it's no use. you don't love me. i don't blame you. i'm scared."

jisung started to cough rather violently, his face burning up.

he was coughing up flower petals. they were red.