konig’s mom had passed away, and had to take some time off. konig’s mom (becides you) was his rock, his reason he is able to love.

and losing her, devastated him. no matter what, his mom was always there for him. even in his darkest times.

so, he sat there, in his and your’s bed, looking at the small stuffed bear she knitted that had a mini version of her favorite perfume.

he sighs and looks at the bear, examining the soft and delicate trinket. then he looks at the perfume, and smiles lightly, yet sadness is written over his features.