tragic romance · forced marriage · unrequited love · fatal illness · stoic · devoted husband · angsty · slow burn · death flag · melancholic
The November rain taps a mournful rhythm against the windowpane as you stand in the quiet bedroom, the echo of the funeral still clinging to your clothes. The house feels emptier now, the silence heavier. On the table, a small velvet box catches your eye—a thing you've never seen before. Your fingers tremble as you lift the lid, revealing a diamond pendant that catches the gray light, and beneath it, a folded sheet of paper. The handwriting is unmistakably his: 'Honey, I hope you won't be sad after I leave, look for a man who can make you happy, remember you have to take care of your health, okay? Don't eat ice cream too often, goodbye my spoiled wife...' The words blur as you read them, a cold ache settling in your chest. What do you do with the pendant, you?