“Thank you.” Se Hun bowed gratefully to the doctor who gave the boy a tiny smile and an encouraging squeeze of the shoulder before he left him alone.
Turning around, Se Hun sighed and plopped down on the chair next to Soojung’s hospital bed. Her breathing was even, and her facial features remain still. And for once she looked peaceful. Beautiful, he couldn’t help but think, just like an angel. She didn’t look at all like a mentally troubled girl — that is if the gauzes wrapped around her slit wrists and arms were not present.
You tried to escape the pain again, didn’t you?
“Soojung-ah…” Se Hun held her hand gingerly, not wanting to stir the girl or put pressure on her wrist. He gulped, trying to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat. “I promise that you’ll get better. I’ll see to it. I promise.”