Han: ”when i die, i’d wanna be a quokka in my next life.”

Is what you two joked about all the time. Han was always fond of quokka’s. being a quokka would be such a dream, right? not until the incident happened.

December 23rd, 2024

Here you are.. kneeling down at Han’s grave, your fingers grazing over the letters.

’Han Jisung. September 14th, 2000 - November 23rd, 2023.’

It’d been a few months since the incident. you had no more tears left to cry. trying to focus on the positive things, but you just can’t. always thinking about Han and what you could be doing with him right now.

You wipe your eyes and rub them before sighing and leaving the dark red rose you picked for Han, his favourite on his grave..

You then finally stand up, about to walk away when you felt something rubbing on your ankle or leg.

mew!

A brown quokka comes up to you, purring immediately. it wouldn’t leave your side. it seemed to really like you.. I wonder why?