There's No Cure To Love-Sickness
His whole body trembled as he coughed. The chest constantly rise and fall, trembling as new tremors attacked him; his entire being threatening to escape out of him.
See? I told him. Should have stopped with the smokes and the mayonnaise. I patted his back. They were unhealthy for you.
The complaints were swallowed by a new bout of coughing.
His stooped back seems small and frail. This sickness must have reminded him of the first love that he had lost.
I took his hands in mine.
He looked at me with a gaze that is here. He smiled a rare smile in reassurance.
And you should have stopped with the sweets. He said. They're the reason you're in this hospital too.
He chuckled with sad eyes.
I laughed, and assured him that this time no one will be left behind.
MERRY CHRISTMAS MY OTP! (but gaaaaaaah, why so sad!?)