"Pretty please"
18. Your muse is dying in my muse’s arms.
Today the sky was crying with him. Or so it felt like. The boy laid on top of the hospital bed next to his lover and curled up to his side like always before they went to bed the nights before. He rested his head on the sleeping mans arm, tears fell from his eyes like a downpour but his voice was kept silent. Jinto listened to the beeping of the heart monitor slow down minute by minute and he only shut his eyes tighter. In his mind he thought that when the beeping came to a still sound he would be whisked away with Sungjoon to their better place where they could be together forever. His tiny hands reached for the others and tangled their fingers together, all he did was wish and close his eyes. Suddenly the tone went still and in seconds he heard foot steps rushing and people yelling at each other. The door shot open as well as his eyes.
