I woke up from my sleep with a loud gasp.

Kai was telling me where he was all this time and I didn't understand.

He is slowly dying in there.

He is not okay.

He needs me.

I was there in no time.

It was raining outside.

I picked the shovel from the car and ran up to his room.

The wall.

It was there, covered with wallpaper.

I ripped it away and dug into it.

He is there.

He is inside.

He is alive.

I can see his face.

His angelic face.

One last dig.

His fragile body fell softly upon mine.

I stood there, holding him.

He was breathing.

He was alive.

Kai was alive.