"whoever it is isn't worth all this jennie, do something about it because i can't bear seeing you like this, okay? "

two months passed since my discharge from the hospital, months spent with jennie, watching her soft and supple lips, equally as blossom pink as the petals that fell from them.

"copy-bitch, i said that to you," jennie chuckled softly.

i looked into her eyes, dark chocolate brown pools usually shining with confidence and intelligence, but instead reflected sorrow.

"jisoo's worth anything, all the pain, and suffering and trauma the world has to offer," jennie murmured, her flowing, wavy hair cascading down over her shoulders, effortlessly perfect despite her condition.

i observed her personality change, from witty and savage to irresistibly cute and sweet when she talked of jisoo.

it was heartbreaking knowing that she suffered from the hanahaki disease, petals dancing as they made their way to the floor as she'd gasp for air, clutching at her chest, lungs constricting, throat slowly closing up.

i was thankful when she drifted off to sleep.

because then she wouldn't witness my stumble to the bathroom, see me sink to the floor, soon surrounded by my own petals.

jennie kim,

it seems that

i will always love you.