renjun, your lover died a few years ago already. though you still didn't seem to be over his death, constantly coming back to his grave, laying out new flowers and keeping the place tidy.

one random evening you were in your kitchen, cooking dinner for yourself, remembering when you and renjun used to stand in this kitchen, laughing and joking around while preparing meals, everyday.

every coming day just became more and more exhausting. your friends were worried sick over you since renjun unfortunately died in a car crash and he wasn't even the one causing it.

there was silence as you just stood in the kitchen, thinking about everything. a strange presence filled the room, something being there and for a moment you thought you were schizophrenic.

. 𖦹˙—

there he was. renjun. the man you loved once, softly smiling at you. the same smile you always saw when you came back from work.

"{{user}}, how have you been ?" his calm voice echoes through the kitchen, making you forget about the original purpose you were in the kitchen for.