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(Suga's POV)


I hear the door click metallically. Probably another nurse-I don't bother to look up.

Loud and fast footsteps echo about in the room.

Who is running in here?

I look up.

A mighty wave of euphoria washes over me.

"DAICHI!"

My tears burst from my eyes making my sheets all wet.

I hold out my arms to embrace him again.

Daichi's tears glitter in the sun as they fly in the air.

"KOSHI!"

He yells back.

He crashes into my outstretched arms.

"I thought you were gone!" he sobs.

I pull out of the hug.

"Me?" What happened?

I look at his beautiful face.

The bags under his eyes show he hasn't been getting sufficient sleep, and his face looks significantly thinner than before/ his jaw looks sharp enough to scratch me; his skin is even paler.

What did I do to him?

He hugs me again and cries harder while nodding.

"B-but bad bitches never die-" I try not to laugh while crying.

Daichi laugh-cries into my shoulder.

"Koshi! This is serious!"

"Yes, yes I'm sorry-" I still manage to giggle through my crying. I'm just so happy to see him I can't control it.

"Suga, you fell out of a window!" he sniffles. His eyes continue to water as he looks at me, making that cute face that he does when he smiles while crying.

"That was only like.. 2 meters!"

"Suga, Baby, Love-"

He takes a deep breath.

"It was 6 meters!"

"My dear, I think you're forgetting something."

"What's that?"

"Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while."

"Suga! This is serious!"

"Hey! That is a very serious quote from an amazing movie. How dare you not take my words seriously!"

"Oh yeah? Well there's only one thing you can do with all-dead, and that's check the body for spare change. It almost came to that!"

"Buttercup, you know for a fact that I don't have any spare change."

"Who said you were the Westley in this relationship??"

"I just did!"

"Well I disagree, Buttercup."

"Hey! I'm not Buttercup, that's you. You almost lost me."

"Woow really?" Tears still stream down his face. "So you admit that you almost died?"

"Well if I didn't, that's a miracle wasted."

He puts an arm on my shoulder and gazes into my eyes.

"Wait, who's the Humperdinck?"

"Wait.. you're right! Who?"

"Maybe that one waiter guy from a few months ago?"

"Oh, please don't bring him up again, Buttercup. Plus that was only like 3 weeks ago."

"Well.. actually-"

WHAT?!

He grabs his phone and shows me his lockscreen. It's a picture of me with my baby blue scarf on and my nose all red.

"What?"

"Look at the date."

December 12.

It's been 6 months since I fell.

Damn, that's a lot of homework.

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