She was trying to grip onto conciousness, but conciousness was getting more and more painful to be a part of everytime. 

There was a fire, one so powerful it had become hard for her to breath, burning within her, making her desperate to rip through her scarred skin and put it out. 

"Anabella?", a small voice, one so miniscual but filled with a gallon of tears, whispered. 

She pried her eyes open and turned, beads of sweat stuck on her neck and forehead as the blurry image of Wooyoung became aplified. 

He smiled as he turned to place a damp cloth on her forehead. "How are you?", he placed a hand that felt so cold against hers.

She gulped and licked her dry lips before responding, "Not well, Wooyoung."

The young medic leaned back, shock written on his face, worn with tears and stress. Anabella had fainted at least a dozen times after the fire, and everytime, up to now, at least, she had lied about being alright through a shaking smile. 

A cough escaped her dry throat, like acid spewing out of her sore body, as she pressed herself against her pillow, soaked with her sweat, "It's getting worse. I don't think I'll be able to fight this much longer."

"Don't say that, Anabella. You're the strongest person I know.", Wooyoung squeezed Anabella's hand before turning to resoak the cloth on the woman's forehead. 

"But, for how much longer? Every time is more painful than the other. I'm slowly burning from the inside out, and I am afraid that it's time I let it happen-", Anabella closed her eyes and lowered her voice to a whisper, "-just to end the pain."

A knock door made her abruptly open her eyes and turn to the sound. 

"Hel-", Seonghwa's voice trailed off as he opened the door and stared at his wife; she was dying. 

She looked so tiny and broken on that bed, drowning in the sheets and in her own surrows. Tears of pain were beggining to form at the corner of her eyes as she forced a shaky sime on her cracked lips. 

"What's wrong?", he ran into the room and to her bedside, almost knocking Wooyoung over. 

Wooyoung turned to Anabella, who gave him a gesture to leave. Wooyoung stood, gave Seonghwa a reassuring smile, and walked out, yelling for San. 

"Anabella?", Seonghwa squeaked out as he sat next to her, his brow furrowed in concern as he scanned her face. 

"I'm fine, I just seemed to have gotten a little overheated.", she struggled to pull herself up, earning a scolding from Seonghwa. 

"Anabella, it was thirty-five degrees outside.", Seonghwa argued before picking up her gloved hand, "Tell me the truth, Anabella, what are you hiding?"

Her eyes scanned his face before she answered, "With you in site, I believe it is impossible to not become flustered."

He chuckled, "Thank you, but don't try to change the subject."

She looked down at their connected hands and nodded, "You are right, Seonghwa. It is about time you know the truth."

When her eyes found Seonghwa's once more, she pulled her hand away, "Ever since the fire happened, strange things have occured. Everytime my body gets a little heated, it feels like I'm burning from the inside out."

"Pardon?"

"The fire, Seonghwa. Somehow it's within my body and it's slowly burning it."

"Anabella. I don't...I can't...I'm so sorry."

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her.

"I don't want to die, Seonghwa.", she clutched at the back of his shirt, digging her face into his shoulder.

"Keep fighting. Please. For me.", he whispered against her ear, his voice shaking with fear and pain. 

She took a deep breath, hoping what she was about to inticate wasn't going to be something she regretted later, "Meet me in the gardens after the sun falls."

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. Now-", she pulled away and smiled as she wiped the tears off his face, "-leave."

Well, what did y'all think? Thanks for reading!