His words shattered my heart. I hugged his stiff body and said, "You're not alone. You still have me. Dylan, come with me. We don't have to do this. If it's money you need, I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything."
My words made Dylan's body finally relax.
He seemed so exhausted. Slowly, he leaned against me.
I paid for his father's expensive medical bills, arranged for the best hospital room and doctors.
After Dylan donated his kidney, I took care of him in every possible way.
Those days were hard.
In my memory, they were also some of the most beautiful.
During that time, Dylan stopped being so harsh with me.
After losing a kidney, Dylan was incredibly weak.
I spared no expense, sending him all kinds of tonics and herbal medicine. With my care, he finally recovered in time for graduation.
After the graduation ceremony, I received a bouquet of daisies.
They were from Dylan.
I hadn't realized he even knew I liked daisies.
As the breeze blew, the scar on his forehead became faintly visible.
He looked at me with bright eyes and softly said, "Evelyn, will you be my girlfriend?"
I reached out and touched the scar. "I do, Dylan. I'm willing to be your girlfriend."