"Mom, when are you going to be discharged?" I asked, obviously bored from the "entertainment" offered in the hospital. "Hmm... I think in two weeks.."
God. Save me. "I'll be going to buy a drink." I stood up from the chair by my mother's bedside and left the room. Of course, that was an excuse to leave the room. I was getting claustrophobic, and a little thirsty.

I took the elevator down to the first floor and strolled slowly into the cafeteria. I dugged into my pockets to fish out a dollar and twenty five cents as I asked for a cold sprite. After taking my drink, I walked out of the hospital and into the garden. I wondered why my mother was hospitalized in the first place. She had a bad headache, but that could be treated by a clinic doctor and a good rest.
A sigh escaped my mouth.

Then as I sipped my sprite, I saw something from the corner of my eye. I turned around to view what I saw clearly. A guy sitting on the bench talking to a little girl.

No, I was wrong. It was a guy who looked beautiful, talking to a girl who looked really sick. She was pale, skinny and bald. Yet, their smiles are as radiant as the sun's. I wondered how that was possible. The girl looked so fragile, that anyone could break her if they weren't careful. So why was she so contented?

I inched towards the two people to try an eavesdrop on them. But by time I got close to them, the girl was asked to go back into the hospital with a nurse. I wanted to get away from him as soon as possible because I was positive he saw he inching towards them just now. "Hello." He called me.
"Hello." I replied.
"Would you like a seat?" He smiled at me, I just realized how stupid I looked standing near a bench which was occupied with only one person. I sat down quickly, and he still smiled at me." My name is Lee Sungmin." He stretched his hand out, wanting to shake my free hand.
"I'm Cho Kyuhyun, how do you do?" I tried smiling at him while shaking his hand.
"Kyuhyun, that's a nice name." He chirped. I looked at him. He looked feminine, cute, healthy... He looked like a doll. "Isn't the weather especially nice today?" He asked, looking at the sky.
"Yeah.. It is.. What're you doing here?"
"Me? I'm here to visit someone special to me.."
"Is it that girl you were talking to?"
"Yes.. She has throat cancer, but it's only a minor stage, for now..." He added in an undertone.
"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay, I should be going now. See you around next time!" He walked away. I stared at him while he walked away. I drank my sprite while looking at the ground, I felt bad about asking him what kind of illness the girl had. And hearing him add 'for now' made the guilt on my chest heavier.
I wonder if I had cancer, how I would live my life.

Labels: a second chance, angst, kyumin