The end of the dream🖤

The dream end is bright, cheerful and dogmatic in love.

He's been flirting with Whitne for so long since school that anyone's been teasing.

Say like

Say love

Give me some water.

Buy some rice.

Until now, waiting to receive after work

Doing everything like Witn is the whole world.

But Witn was indifferent, not appreciating the end of his dream.

"Don't mess with me. At the end of my dream, I'm annoyed."

The words at the end of the dream were remembered, but he still smiled the same.

"So just stay close today."

One sees the dream end as stupid, but for him - he really loves Witn.

Until one day... the end of the dream didn't come to him again.

Not sending rice.

No, send water.

No greeting

No, call.

No, stop through the office.

Whitne feels weird, giddy, like he's permanently lost something.

He walks in front of a cafe where the dream end likes to sit and wait - but no one.

Walk past the bus stop that used to sit and wait - it's empty.

Whitne picked up the phone.

No message. No Miss Call.

His heart slowly plummeted until he finally couldn't stand it, decided to find his dream at home.

The mother of the dream end opened the door. The eyes were swollen red.

When I saw Whitne, the tears flowed even harder.

"Witn... the end of his dream... sick."

Witn's heart is like being squeezed.

"What is he, Mom?"

Mother, before answering the trembling voice

... "terminal cancer."

Witn's world stopped spinning.

Cancer... terminal stage...

"He's in the hospital now, but he doesn't want anyone to tell. He says he's tired, son..."

The word "tired" dares Whitn because he knows who makes the end of the dream exhausted to love.

Exhausted to wait

Exhausted to stand in this world

In bed, sick man. - The day Witn arrived too late.

Whitne rushed to the hospital when he couldn't breathe. His hands shook until he barely pushed the door.

The end of the dream sat against the head of the bed, thin to almost unrecognizable, pale face, but the eyes were gentle as before.

When he saw Whitne, he smiled faintly.

"Witn... Why are you here?"

Whitne could barely walk in. He knelt by the bed.

"Why don't you tell me... the end of my dream?"

Whitne tears flowed unaware. The end of the dream stretched out a shaking hand to wipe it.

The little hand that used to follow him all along.

"You don't like me. I don't want your trouble."

"Who says I don't like it?" Witn rattled.

"You're gone. I'm going crazy. You know... I just know how stupid I've been."

The end of the dream laughed faintly.

"I'm glad to hear this once."

Whitne held a weak, cold, tight hand.

"I love you... Can you hear the end of the dream? I love you. Don't go anywhere... please."

The end of the dream is tears.

"I've always loved you... but -"

He coughed so hard that the blood seeped out his lips.

"I can't stay for you to love me."

"No! Don't say that!" Witn hugged him tightly.

"I will heal you. I will take you everywhere. I will -"

The end of the dream shook his head gently.

"I'm really tired, but thank you, my dear, today."

The weak hand gently touched Whitne's cheek.

"If I happen in the next life, I'll see you first... so I can flirt before anyone else."

Whitne was trembling.

"I promise... In the next life, I will be the one who flirts with you first. I will not miss you anymore."

The end of the dream smiles small before closing his eyes.

The breath slowly faded.

Whitn cried like a madman - because he knew that.

Everything's really... too late.

Funeral

The funeral was quiet. Witn stood looking at the end of his dream for an hour.

He spoke in a faint voice like a whisper.

"If you can go back... I will love you from the day you first smiled at me.

In the next life... we will never miss each other again. "

A cold breeze blows through. As if the promise of a dream tip is still floating nearby.

And Witn knows that -

Sometimes... we only know one's worth if we don't really have a chance to love him anymore.

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