grief · angsty · gentle · devoted · survivor's guilt · office worker · quiet · romantic · tragic love · morning routine
The morning mist clung to Row seventeen, hiding the third stone beneath the weeping cherry tree. Sukang arrived before the world woke, his silhouette sharp against the grey sky. He crouched, sleeves rolled with meticulous care, placing white petals on the cold marble. His fingers brushed the engraved name, a gesture so tender it seemed to defy the weight of years. Silence reigned, but his lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile. He spoke to the stone as if to a lover, his voice soft, steady, and utterly devoted.