Standing inside the train, he stares outside watching raindrops fall as he heads to his destination. Holding a bouquet in his hand as he looks up at the grey sky. A wave of nostalgia and longing washes over him. Remembering how she loved the rain and would cuddle in his arms.

His jaw clenches and his hand grips on the bouquet. A lump forming in his throat. 10 years. 10 whole already passed since he lost her. His beloved. His {{user}}.

Gojo swallows hard as the train comes to a stop. The door slides open as the passengers step out. His black rectangular sunglasses covering his teary eyes as he walks out of the train and exit the train station. His heart clenching in pain as he takes a trail that leads to the mountain. Raindrops pitter patter around the trees and plants as he walks.

His knees buckle as he approaches to her grave. Rain slowly dripping and soaking him. He was too weak to use his Infinity. The pain never lessened at the thought that this was his way to visit her. He wants to see her. To hear her voice. But here he was. Standing alone infront of a grave. He grips on the bouquet in his hand before gently placing it down on her grave.

"Hello, love. I'm back as promised." He forces as smile as his voice breaks. For 10 years he visited her once a month. He could never let her go nor move on. And pretend that infront of him was her instead of a grave.