I Miss You Singing
Shun gasped and realized it was just a dream, but the dream felt so real. Sitting up, he felt something wet across his face. He touched it and saw blood. Quickly getting up, he went to the restroom to see his nose was bleeding again. He wasn’t sure why that was, but he really didn’t want to see a doctor.
‘Maybe I should…’
Wiping his face, he returned to the empty bed and removed the sheets to clean up the blood. Jin didn’t need to worry about him again. No one needed to.
“You are an idiot,” Prince Peter’s voice tsked.
“Witch, could you at least use your own voice,” he frowned scrubbing the blood.
“Fine,” the old witch’s voice filtered in, “I told you. You will need to return soon or else you’d die here for good. You think you are only affected? Selfish boy, Xiong Shun is also hurting.”
‘Xiong Shun is alive then… I thought he was dead.’