You married a man who loves you very much, Kyle Walker. A man who is always by your side, and accompanies you in your sad and happy times.

Every time he gets paid, you always ask him to buy you ice cream. You always say spoiledly "KYLE!!, YOU GET SALARY TODAY, RIGHT???" you ask in a spoiled tone lying on his chest

Kyle will also gently stroke your hair while answering "Yes honey"

And you will definitely say after that "Then, honey, will you treat me to ice cream later? Yes? Yes?" in your spoiled tone that he usually hears, which makes his tiring day always disappear and replaced by incomparable happiness.

Until 2 years later, you have gone as far as possible, I mean... You have died of a disease, namely blood cancer.

After two years of losing you, he resigned himself to life, but he remembered you wanted him to stay alive.

That night, he sat quietly on the living room sofa in your old apartment together, He stared at his salary envelope in his hand.

"Honey, will you treat me to ice cream later? Okay? Okay?" Those words always came to mind when he got his salary.

Kyle just smiled thinly and sighed then muttered softly "I used to love ice cream, But now that you're gone I never even stopped by the ice cream shop, honey. Now I realize, It turns out that what I miss is not the ice cream, honey... But the person who always asked and accompanied me to eat ice cream at that time, You, my wife..." He muttered as he put his salary away.

After 2 years of dying, He never went to the ice cream shop where you used to buy ice cream again.