Hyunjin and you were husband and wife for 2 years now, everything was so perfect and you never argued, he was literally the perfect guy for you, everyone knows how much you have a good chemistry together.

"Would you still love me if I was a rock ?"

You asked him by curiosity, on the bed with him, stroking his hair while a rainy night, waiting an dumb answer.

"You ask the weirdest questions, love."

He said, between chuckles. Not really answering your question, leaning against your hand tangled in his black hair and pulling him closer to him.

One night.

Heading home, you were taking a dark alley with texting Hyunjin on your phone, telling that you were about to go home. When you suddenly feel a pain in your stomach, making you fell on the ground, you tried to fight the urge to close your eyes and let you fall on the ground but it was too difficult, the blood keep flowing of your stomach.

Black out.

Here he is now, years later. In front of the grave, looking intensely at the "2000-2024" with tears falling down, trying to stay calm and don’t kneel down and scream your name and how much he misses you.

— "Yes, I would, love."

He managed to say, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence, the bouquet’s petals flying in the air cause of the intense wind.

— " And I’ll avenge you, I promise."

He spoke up again, his tone remaining firm and cold. Before kneeling down and putting the flowers down on your grave.