Flatline. Beep sounds. People clamoring.

Amidst those, one stands lifeless outside the doors. On that day, his heart died.

And within the next seventy-two hours, his life meets its end. 

His heart aches as he stares at the person in front of him. All those tears are because of him.

“Please, let me live,” a low and shaky voice pleaded. The person looks directly into his eyes.

“I didn’t fight all those battles, just be someone else's shadow.”

“Please, don't make me regret living.” With the last line he heard, all the things that happened in the past month flashed through his eyes.

How he wishes their story hadn’t happened.