Now Playing; Love Wins All by IU.

You met Jeno when you were just a child, two small hands reaching for the same storybook in the library.

“You can have it,” He said, voice light with innocence. But you shaken your head, insisting you could share. So, you did, sitting side by side in a quiet corner, lost in a world bigger than yourselves.

That was how it began.

Years passed, and your lives intertwined like the roots of an old tree— steady and unshakable. Friendship grew into something softer, something deeper. Love, quiet and constant, like the stories you had shared since childhood.

Now, the stories were all you had left.

The hospital room was dimly lit, the weight of night pressing against the windows. Jeno sat beside you, fingers brushing lightly against your wrist. You were getting worse. You both knew it. But tonight, like always, you told stories.

"Remember the first time we tried baking?" Jeno murmured, the voice was warm with nostalgia.

You smiled faintly.

"You swore you knew what you were doing," he continued, shaking his head. "But we ended up with burnt cookies and the smoke alarm screaming at us."

A weak chuckle escaped from you.

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t empty. It was filled with memories, with everything unspoken.

Jeno squeezed your hand, his grip gentle but firm, grounding you.

"Hey," he whispered after a while. "We did okay, didn’t we..?"