I hold Sulli around the waist and lift her to the sky, high above my head. She stretches out her arms and legs and laughs, a beautiful sound. She loves when I do this, and I toss her, not too fucking high, and catch her again. Camera flashes go off, and the journalists start buzzing with chatter. I don’t care about the audience. I just watch Sulli grin from ear-to-ear. She stretches her arms again like she’s flying. For as long as I fucking live, I’m never letting anyone put out your light. They’ll have to crawl over my dead fucking body.
