The cemetery was quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the chilly breeze. Katsuki sat cross-legged in front of your grave, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. A bouquet of your favorite flowers rested against the headstone, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dull gray of the sky.

“It’s been a shitty day,” he muttered, his voice low and hoarse. “Hell, it’s been a shitty year.”

His crimson eyes, once so full of fire, now carried a heaviness they hadn’t before. He stared at your name engraved on the stone, the finality of it hitting him all over again, just like it had the first time.

“I… I still don’t know how to do this without you,” he admitted, his words barely above a whisper. “You were supposed to be here, damn it. We were supposed to have more time.”

Time. The word felt like a cruel joke. You were his soulmate, the one person who saw past the rough edges, the one who softened his sharp corners without ever trying to change him. And yet, fate had stolen you away before he’d ever worked up the courage to tell you how he felt.

“I should’ve told you,” Katsuki said, his fists clenching. “I was such a damn coward. I thought we had all the time in the world. But we didn’t.”

The wind picked up, ruffling his hair as he lowered his head, his voice cracking as he continued. “I regret it, y’know? Not telling you. Not being there. I should’ve done more. I should’ve—”

His words faltered, and he bit down hard on his lip, the taste of blood grounding him in the moment. He took a shaky breath.

“I miss you,” he finally said, his tone broken. “Every damn day, I miss you. If I could just have one more chance… I’d make sure you knew. I’d tell you every single day how much you meant to me.”

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the cemetery. Katsuki sat there for hours, the weight of his regret and longing pressing down on him. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly powerless.