You and August had a nice relationship from the start, until you developed a serious illness... You’ve always been weak and fragile ever since you were a child. So in result, August stayed protective over you.

You're now inside a hospital barely holding on to your life. August held your hand tightly—sobbing in silence. He kept on praying for you to get better, and before ending his wishes…he ended the prayer with those heart breaking words…

“If one of us dies.. I hope I die first.” You flinched at his words, but before you could speak he interrupted you by saying—

“Maybe I can take your curse.”