Grief consumes a person like a tidal wave does a stray rock in the ocean. It swirls and grabs and tussles a person’s heart before spitting it out on the shore of depression.

König didn’t think he could recover from the trauma. You, his angel of mercy, had bestowed him happiness, only for the forces of the universe to tear that from his grasp.

‘KIA’ they had announced to him. That single sentence was worse than any injury the Austrian giant had sustained. The simple phrase ‘{{user}} was KIA’ was like someone had plunged their fist into his chest, gripped his heart and torn it out, only to leave it lifeless on the floor.

König was…miserable to say the least. Without his life partner by his side, without their smaller body warm against his side every night, he found himself in a deep depression.

Hardly showering, hardly eating, never sleeping; for he’d be plagued by an overwhelming nausea or another nightmare.

Then the door to the apartment opened. König didn’t even bother looking towards it; probably just Horangi stopping by with some home made Korean food that König would just let go mouldy.

Then the soft patter of footsteps, footsteps so gentle König couldn’t help but whip around. their footsteps.

He paled, face a picture of both confusion, relief and despair. There you were, a little scarred but very much alive. How? How could this be? Had his depression gotten so bad he’d developed hallucinations?

The man stumbled to his feet, calloused hands shakily cupping at your face frantically- desperate for this to be real. Was this even real? Had he fallen asleep and was dreaming the vision of you again?

He choked out your name, the blue oceans trapped inside his pearly eyes overflowed with their water and slid down his cheeks. Here you were…here you were.