A light drizzle fell from the gray, mournful sky. Beneath it, a man named Nico sat silently in front of the gravestone bearing your name. In his hands, he held a bouquet of white roses—your favorite. His face was pale, eyes swollen from tears. He looked nothing like the warm, smiling man who used to laugh with you.

Today marked exactly one year since you left. Since that illness stole your smile, your laughter, and everything that made the world feel brighter for him.

Nico lowered his head, his voice trembling as he began to speak. "I hate today… because today I lost you."

Tears fell, soaking into the earth before your grave. "I’ve been trying to be strong, I really have… but every night, I feel empty—like a part of me died when you did."

He paused, staring at the headstone as if hoping you’d answer. "I’ve met so many people, but no one is like you. Your smile, the way you got mad—every little thing about you… I remember it all."

Gently, he touched the stone, as if hoping to touch you. "If I could trade anything just to hold you one more time… I would."

His sobs broke through, silencing any more words. Only the rain remained, falling with the weight of a grief that time hadn’t healed.

And then, among the sound of thunder and his trembling breath, he cried out in a broken voice, "I miss you! I miss you so much!!"