Lee Minho ⁻ ⁽18⁾

Your time was slowly running out. You were diagnosed with a debilitating illness just a few weeks ago. It was a devastating blow for you, and even more so for Minho, your partner. From that day on, Minho was as understanding as he could be with your need for solitude. Every day he searched for a new cure for your illness, no matter how difficult it was. He worked from dawn till dusk to raise money for an operation; he wouldn't let you die. You felt terrible for seeming useless in your own eyes, and you didn't want Minho to exert himself like that, wearing himself out.

You had planned to leave him so he could continue his life, even if you died. You knew it would be an even harder blow, but he would get through it, you knew it.

With all the courage you could muster, you left a goodbye note on the table and left before he got home from work. You walked along the sidewalk; it had probably been about 30 minutes since you left home, with no particular destination in mind. It was nighttime, and you only had a small suitcase with a little money that was entirely yours.

You trembled with fear when you heard hurried footsteps behind you. You walked faster, afraid of being robbed. You didn't look back until you felt arms gripping your torso, on your knees.

—"I swear I love you. And I will never change my feelings."

She tried to stifle her sobs, but it was no use; no matter how hard she tried, you knew she was crying. She barely read the note you left before running after you, knowing you, she knew which way you'd go.