"Wait, wait, wait–" Hyunjin waved his hands before his face–"wait!"

He had been a little concerned when you did not return with anybody to his room, but the solemn expression on Jisung's face and the somewhat heartbroken frown on Felix's mouth made him shut his mouth. Seungmin had trailed behind the two, watching Felix keep his hand over Jisung's as they approached the single chair in the room, and he had leaned against the shut door to try and prevent anyone from disrupting the conversation they were about to have: Jisung breaking his soulmate tie with you.

Hyunjin was having a more challenging time catching up than Felix, mainly because he never indulged in anything about soulmates. Even after knowing from one of Felix's many romantic rambles that soulmates exist, he never thought about it again. He was never a romantic at heart, he supposed. But questioning why Jisung was so heartbroken over the fact that you and he were no longer linked by fate was not something he did as he got filled in on what happened. He was more worried about the state of Jisung's and your well-being after enduring the physical altercation.

"You got stabbed?"

"No, I got blown away, and I landed on glass. It–well, sure, I got stabbed," Jisung said after rolling his eyes skyward to think. He could barely remember anything; his mind must have blanked it out to protect his feelings.

"And [Name] almost died," Hyunjin added for clarification. "Healing you?"

Jisung nodded, his lips pursing remorsefully. "Yes."

Leaning against his pillow, Hyunjin exhaled slowly and focused his eyes on a single spot on the wall across him. That councilman was one hell of a maniac—collapsing a whole convenience store on his head, blowing Jisung and you away with explosive magic, indirectly impaling Jisung and causing you to exert yourself so much that you almost died in Jisung's arms. He held back his thoughts while listening to the story, but he felt no guilt now celebrating the fact that you decapitated the councilman. He would give you a thumbs up and buy you a drink when he sees you again.

Turning his head to look at Jisung, whose eyes focused more on his fiddling fingers than anything else, Hyunjin softened. Those hands that erased himself from your memories must not have been fond to look at or own, but they were also the last of what touched you, so Jisung couldn't tear his eyes away from them either. His heart was yearning for pain, for the pain that was caused when he decided to cut the soul tie off because, at least back then, you were still in his arms, and you still remembered him.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Standing behind the defeated boy, Seungmin and Felix flashed him an exasperated stare as if he couldn't already tell by Jisung's hunchback and slugging around! Hyunjin shook his shoulders and returned the same stare, not allowing mockery to be thrown his way before he could clarify what he realized was a valid question with terrible wording.

"I know you feel bad! That part is obvious! But it's just–" he sighed–"don't you think there is some leeway out of this?"

"Like a way to get [Name] to remember him?" Felix chimed in.

Hyunjin shook his head. "No, more like a silver lining. We are trying to look at this from the bright side."

Seungmin scoffed, disagreeing. "It's a bit tone-deaf to ask him to look on the bright side when it's already happened, don't you think?"

"It's better than repeating that his soulmate forgot about him," Hyunjin retorted before looking at Jisung, who sat stoically on the chair. He could see the faraway stare in Jisung's eyes. "Look, I know you can't hear me right now. I can only hope your heart remembers what I say sometime down the line, but memory erasure aside–[Name] is still alive for a reason."

The truth was that Jisung made a choice. He made a puke-inducing, heartbreaking choice. Between his bond with you and your existence, he chose you. He didn't choose himself. The soulmate bond would have meant nothing; your memories of him would have meant nothing if you died. It was a choice only he could make for you, and he made it keeping your best interest at heart. Your being alive should mean something more than what he did, even if it couldn't now.

"You can still know them," Hyunjin said. "They can still fall in love with you."

Jisung sighed. "Hyunjin, I'm really tired–"

"I'm sure you were too when you had to snap the soul string in half," he argued. "You fought for them anyway."

"I still don't understand how it happened," Seungmin chimed in at the mention of the soulmate string. "Memories don't work like that."

"Is this really the time to question how it works?" Felix asked.

"No, but think about it anyway. Take the car crash that happened, for example. Remember when we first met them, and we decided to hang out after school?" Seungmin said animatedly. He has been thinking about this for too long. He has got to let it out. "They still remember the incident that happened, but it happened in the first place because they protected Jisung from getting hit by a car. Then we found out they are a magic wielder, right? Who did they do that for if Jisung is out of the picture? How did we learn about their identity in that particular alleyway, in that specific situation? Jisung being snipped out of their memory will make their life nonsensical!"

Jisung heaved a sigh. He shrunk into his seat and rubbed his face with his hands. Unconsciously, his hands traveled to his ears, and he muffled everyone else's voices in the room. He closed his eyes, keeping a picture of your face in his head to calm himself. He didn't want to hear about his friends' theories and discrepancies regarding how the universe managed to wipe human memories with a snap of a string. Not only did he want to stop thinking too deeply about it, but he would also hate to be given false hope that you might remember him somehow.

He saw you about an hour ago. He just saw you about an hour ago. You said nothing to him, talked away from him, and indirectly addressed him through Seungmin. You forgot who he was. There was no last stand of a miracle, a shining beacon of hope, or a benefit of the doubt. There was nothing left for Jisung except the daunting truth that he was gone from your life completely. Everything he has done or said, every promise you have made to each other, every sense of touch you shared—gone, reduced to emptiness by his hands.

Jisung loved you, from the beginning until the end, and he was the only one who had to put an end to it.

The room went quiet when Jisung began to sob uncontrollably into his hands. The only time they had seen him cry like this was today, at the school's backyard, when you left him in a frenzy, and he fell face-first against the floor. But somehow, it sounded strikingly different.

The last one was apologetic, with sadness and longing haphazardly screamed into a bottle about to be lost at sea. The last time Jisung cried like this, he was dragging himself through the mud to appeal to a higher power for a chance at forgiveness. This one was different. This one was angry, madness, and screaming up at a Godless void where God exists but chooses not to listen. Jisung was giving up this time, and he was so unbelievably angry at the hand he was dealt that he slit his own throat with a hoarse voice and streamy tears.

Felix had to take a few steps away from Jisung's chair. He watched as Jisung swallowed himself whole, practically scratching his face off, and he could do nothing. This was not the time for comfort. If anything, Felix had no idea if a soft hand on the shoulder would come across as anything other than pity and a poor attempt to get Jisung to stop screaming down the hospital hall. He walked away and approached Seungmin, reaching for the boy's hand to hold and letting his tears fall silently as he stared at the floor.

Jisung was so fond of you, and Felix felt you were the same way. You two were soulmates. He still remembered the joyful laughter that reverberated in his ribs when you told him about it, not just because you proved to him that soulmates are real but because he was grateful his friend found one he would love for the rest of his life. You were both so fond of each other, and with a simple snap, everything was gone, and Felix vicariously lost his hope in romance.

Seungmin squeezed Felix's hand, causing him to look up. The grim expression on Seungmin's face made Felix realize one thing: this would take a while. The healing could take a bit, or perhaps even forever, because Jisung loved you.

Jisung loved you, from the beginning until the end, and he would continue with no exception or mistake. If there was no place for him to give you his love now, the least he could do was store them where they belong—in his chest, heart, eyes, tears, hands, touch, and always in him.

Looking away, Felix met eyes with Hyunjin from his bed. Hyunjin pursed his lips together and gently leaned into the bed for support.

This would take a while.