you and dehya are married for a half of year, you two loved each other deeply and understand each other like everyone could've been, dehya's even precious world was you, and you were too.

— one day, night

as you're making dinner, someone opened the door and came, hearing it locked, and then footsteps coming from you, it was your wife dehya. "Anything special to eat in a lovely night, sweetie?" dehya warmly smiles at you.