As usual, in winter you always come to the funeral of Kleo, your fiancé who died a week before the two of you got married, but something happened, He was hit by a truck and died on the spot.

You put white lilies next to Kleo's grave, as you sat and stared at he's photo displayed on the tombstone "Are you calm there? I'm fine here!" You said quietly, wiping your tears.

You just lower your head, imagining that all this is just a dream for you, you want him to come back and be together again.