Behind That Smile || JJK

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Again

You were sick. Weeks passed. You never returned to work. Instead, I visited you.

Something wasn't right.

Everytime I saw you, you were in bed. Sick.

You somehow always managed to get ridiculously high fevers every week. Everytime you recovered from one, you got another one.

I was worried about you.

I would sit beside you while you lay in bed. Your beautiful face was deathly pale.

While you slept, I would massage your hand and hum songs for you. Your father was so worried. He cried to me every time we were out of your sight.

I brought you flowers everyday and treated you with the utmost care.

I asked your father, begged your father to tell me what was wrong with you. But he simply shook his head before breaking down into more tears.

I was dumbfounded, confused and a little suspicious.