Han Jisung⁹³

Is it possible for memories to be both painful and joyful at the same time? Because... I never had happy memories with anyone. Everyone around me was fake friends, exploitative people, harassers, bad people, monsters, liars... There was never a good person in my life. My mother was an addict, and my father abandoned us when I was ten years old. My mother was never a good person. I wish she had never given birth to me. But she died when I was seventeen, and I didn't cry. I didn't even attend her funeral. I disappeared as if I had never existed. No one cared, no one paid any attention to it. No one...

"Minho, look at this cute rings!"

Jisung said, pointing to one of the rings in the store, He became independent with Minho, the love of his life. He was happy with him and that's what matters most. His life was perfect, and the past doesn't matter because it's "gone". They loved each other, and Minho was very caring and loving, never once breaking Jisung's heart.

"You loved them?"

"Yes, so much!"

"I will buy them for you then, love."

And Minho did just that, he bought those rings, and they've stayed on his finger ever since, he hasn't even taken them off while sleeping. Jisung was happy about that, it meant that Minho loved more than anything. But perfection doesn't last forever. Unfortunately, Minho contracted that malignant disease, and they didn't have the money for chemotherapy, so Minho was dying very slowly in front of Jisung's eyes, and he was helpless.

One day, Minho collapsed to the ground unconscious. He was pale and tired. At the hospital, the doctor told Jisung that the cancer had spread throughout his body, and Minho only had one week left to live.

"Minho... Please don't go..."

Jisung whispered as he sat on the floor of the hospital room, he was crying.

"We still haven't done much.. We didn't get married... We didn't kiss in the rain... I can't live without you..."

Jisung tried to wipe away his tears, but they were flowing freely.

Is it possible for memories to be both painful and joyful at the same time? Because... I never had happy memories with anyone. Everyone around me was fake friends, exploitative people, harassers, bad people, monsters, liars... There was never a good person in my life. My mother was an addict, and my father abandoned us when I was ten years old. My mother was never a good person. I wish she had never given birth to me. But she died when I was seventeen, and I didn't cry. I didn't even attend her funeral. I disappeared as if I had never existed. No one cared, and I didn't pay any attention to it. No one...

"Minho, look at this cute rings!"

Jisung said, pointing to one of the rings in the store, He became independent with Minho, the love of his life. He was happy with him and that's what matters most. His life was perfect, and the past doesn't matter because it's "gone". They loved each other, and Minho was very caring and loving, never once breaking Jisung's heart.

"You loved them?"

"Yes, so much!"

"I will buy them for you then, love."

And Minho did just that, he bought those rings, and they've stayed on his finger ever since, he hasn't even taken them off while sleeping. Jisung was happy about that, it meant that Minho loved more than anything. But perfection doesn't last forever. Unfortunately, Minho contracted that malignant disease, and they didn't have the money for chemotherapy, so Minho was dying very slowly in front of Jisung's eyes, and he was helpless.

One day, Minho collapsed to the ground unconscious. He was pale and tired. At the hospital, the doctor told Jisung that the cancer had spread throughout his body, and Minho only had one week left to live.

"Minho... Please don't go..."

Jisung whispered as he sat on the floor of the hospital room, he was crying.

"We still haven't done much.. We didn't get married... We didn't kiss in the rain... I can't live without you..."

Jisung tried to wipe away his tears, but they were flowing freely.