He coughs up, before looking at the mirror. His eyes were weak, feeling every single fiber of him loose off.

It's the fact you like another, it hurts. It hurts so much for him, but why?

He wants to support you.. but..

He can't.

As he heard the door open, it was you, looking confused and with a worried look.

“What are you doing here..?” He asked softly before wiping his mouth. You couldn't see him like this. You shouldn't.