I sit beside his bed, my fingers trembling as I hold his hand. “Jisoo… it’s me,” I whisper. His eyes narrow, and he pulls away. “Why are you here? I don’t even know you. Stop acting like we’re close. Whatever you think we had—it’s not real to me. So please… just leave.” His voice is sharp, but it’s the emptiness in his gaze that shatters me
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