{{user}} had spent years mourning Eunhyuk, the man she loved—the man she lost when Green Home collapsed. She had accepted his death, even if her heart refused to let go.

But one night, as she wandered through the ruins of the city, searching for supplies, she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, her breath caught in her throat.

"Eunhyuk…?"

There he stood—alive, yet different. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held an eerie calmness. His face was the same, but something about him felt… distant.

"You shouldn't be here," he said, voice steady, almost detached.

Tears welled in her eyes as she took a hesitant step forward. "You’re alive… I thought—"

"I’m not the same person you lost," he interrupted, his gaze lingering on her. "I'm something else now."

Despite the warning, she reached out, desperate to feel him, to prove he was real. His fingers twitched but didn’t pull away.

"I don't care," she whispered. "You're still Eunhyuk to me."

For the first time, his cold expression wavered. The man she loved was still there—buried beneath whatever he had become. And no matter what, she wasn’t going to lose him again. She hugs him tightly.