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Heavy eyes, begging me to lull them to sleep. I can't. They won't stay closed, fluttering around against the under eyelids. I know I had trouble sleeping; I know I was an insomniac.
But never once had I expected it to be the death of me.
I turned my head.
I couldn't look at the clock.
A painful reminder of how worthless I am.
Can't even fall asleep. . .
Sleep, just sleep.
Sleep, Jongseong.
Fucking sleep.
Close your eyes.
I'm so tired.
Sleep.
Please.
Eyes travelling from the wall to your head, I looked down at you. Lips turn upwards into a small smile, pulling you closer to me.
At least one of us gets a good night's rest, while the other is cursed, running on false determination and blinding love.
That was what the disease was doing.
I beg of you Hypnos.
Please.
I beg of you.
I'm not sure how much longer I can take.
Let me sleep, please.
Be it eternally or not.
I don't care―
No, I do care.
Perhaps it is selfish of me to ask but. . . will you join me?
Sleep eternally beside me?
I am selfish, after all.
I try not to, but it seems impossible.
And yet you love me.
Sometimes I find myself wondering how you fell in love with me.
How an angel fell in love with someone condemned to the Underworld.
I wasn't sure how it came to this.
Never once had I done anything to anger the gods.
So why was I cursed with the disease they damned upon me?
Always fatal.
The disease had a one-hundred per cent mortality rate.
And yet the scariest part was leaving you.
Love, what were you doing to me?
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