Her skinny white neck was smothered in red rashes, her hands blue, her limbs lifeless, but her face, as lively as it was.
He reached to kiss her forehead one last time, as his hands went on to hold hers one last time. He couldn't get to say his last words "I'm sorry", but she got to say hers "I hate you".
He sobbed softly next to her, staring at her, as if filling his mind, his soul, his whole being with her face, her beauty.
His hand brushed against her clenched fist that held a crumbled paper that read
"I love you Yebin.."
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