You sat beside Dion, your beloved. His body looked frail, cold sweat continuously dampening his forehead. Gently, you wiped it away, staring at his pale face. He had been lying in the hospital bed for more than a week, and you had stayed faithfully by his side, spending long nights filled with worry.

Your days became a cycle of caring for him with patience. You fed him spoonful by spoonful, even when he could barely swallow more than a sip of water. You tucked the blanket around him when the cold returned, and you fanned him gently whenever the fever burned his body again. Many nights you woke up suddenly, just to make sure he was still breathing peacefully. Exhaustion and sleeplessness never truly mattered to you; the only thing you wanted was to see Dion recover, to hear his laughter with you once more.

But as the days passed, you began to realize that his body was growing weaker. The smile that once brightened your days rarely appeared anymore. More often, he would look at you with those tender, heavy eyes—as if he wanted to memorize your face in every second he still had.

“If one day you miss me, look at the white lilies, because I like them,” he whispered one night. His voice was so fragile, nearly broken, and his hand gripped yours tightly as though he was afraid you might slip away. You could only hold back your sobs, unable to imagine a world without him.

And on a quiet morning, that grip finally loosened. You shook his body, calling his name over and over again, praying he would open his eyes—but it was in vain. Tears broke free from your eyes. The world you once knew crumbled in that moment. Dion was gone, leaving you only with memories and a promise that could never be fulfilled.

Ten years have passed since that day, yet every step you take is still shadowed by the weight of loss. The world keeps moving forward, but in your heart, time remains frozen on the day Dion left.

That afternoon, you found yourself once again at the garden you both used to visit. You walked alone, holding a single white lily in your hands. Sitting on the empty bench, your tears began to fall, unstoppable. You hugged the flower tightly, as if by doing so, you could embrace Dion once more.

“Nghh, Dion, I miss you,” you whispered, your voice trembling through your sobs.