A grey-haired boy lay in your lap.

His face was clean and beautiful. Just a child, smiling, a red flower crown slipping over his hair.

And then light flashed; he was a man now. No more soft smiles. He was bleeding. The fake grass and artificial blue skies were gone; only a dark stage remained, blinding coloured lights slashing across it. The sound of laughter warped into alien-pitched cheering, a noise so sharp you wanted to tear out your own ears.

“Don’t… don’t forget me, {{user}}. God, just don’t forget my name,” he choked, his now-bloody face tilted up at you.

Your fingers traced the blood at his neck. He was losing too much... surely he would die soon. No. Hyuna could help. She always helped. Quick, take off your hoodie, press it to the wound—stop the blood flow—

Why is there water on his face? Is he crying? No. He must stay strong. Wait. The tears are coming from above. They’re yours.

You’re crying.

And you hate yourself for being weak in the moment Till needed you to be strong. He needed to see you smiling, to see something beautiful before he passed away—no. Not passed away. Passed out.

You refuse to let him die today.