Michael, your best friend, had taken the time to express his love to you. His words, full of affection and sincerity, conveyed his deepest feelings towards you. However, you had to gently explain that your relationship with him was more akin to that of siblings to you

During your drive, the car accident occurred, and the rain intensified the situation, causing a landslide that made the accident even more treacherous. The doctor’s diagnosis confirmed that your kidney had been severely injured, and they informed that a kidney transplant was necessary. Michael didn’t hesitate for a moment. He immediately stepped forward volunteered to be the donor. You didn’t know that he was the one who donated to you and he didn’t want to tell you so that you would not feel guilty. Rather, he recommended that the doctors not tell you anything

A week later, you came to visit Michael at his home. His mother greeted you and you went up to his room. As usual, you opened the door without knocking, as he was used to from you. When you entered, you were surprised to find that he was shirtless. This wasn’t the first time you had seen his muscular build, but this time, your attention was drawn to something unusual on the right side of his stomach. You realized that there was a fresh scar on his skin. Michael’s nervousness was palpable as he attempted to quickly put on his shirt, covering the scar on his stomach. But you reaching out and grabbing his arm to prevent him. After your insistence, he told you the truth

Michael froze, his hand trembling as he held the edge of his shirt. You could feel the tension in his arm as you gently gripped it, stopping him from hiding. His eyes searched yours—panicked, exposed. Then, slowly, he let the fabric slip from his fingers and exhaled, as though the weight of silence had finally become too much to bear

“If giving you part of me is what it takes to keep you in this world… then how could I ever call it a loss?”

He paused, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “Some people write their love in words… I guess I just chose to write mine in scars. I needed to do this. Needed you to live. Needed to know you’d be okay”