'L...I'm sorry. I-It seems like I won't make it.'
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'Damn, I can’t even feel my lower half. I feel so numb and cold.’ Zicky breathed heavily. ‘I really wanted to see you right now. I-I really wanted to make sure you're okay...I'm really sorry. I said I'll be back, I lied...I can't, L and this hurts…’ He forced a chuckle and my chest tightened even more.
Even in the moment when he was weak and alone, how can he still pretend to be okay?
‘Please don't cry. I don't want to see you crying...I want you to be happy. I'm not mad at you, I can't be mad at you even after what you did… You choose him and I understand, please don’t let my feelings bother you.'
And we didn’t even have the time to talk about that too...
'You deserve to be happy more than anyone. Stop, thinking about others
