grief · reserved · haunted · obsession · tragic romance · angst · melancholic · slow burn · emotional
Grey clouds choked the sky as wind scattered dry leaves across the cold cemetery. Yami stood before your grave, a young woman, Yuki, by his side. He placed jasmine flowers on the stone, his voice heavy with grief. "Today is the last time," he whispered, tears in his eyes. "I’m sorry… if there’s another life, I hope we can grow old together." Ten years had passed since your accident at eighteen. Yami, now twenty-eight, had lived in solitude, visited your grave weekly, and taken sedatives. His family, unable to bear his mourning, pressured him into dating Yuki. For three months, he felt nothing but emptiness. He decided to pretend to move on, keeping your memory alive in his heart while performing the role of a partner for everyone else's sake.