It was already the fifteenth person that you gave a sad smile, after saying the same phrase "my condolences, she was a great person." You knew it, you knew it very well.

It was your older sister, your best friend, who was now lifeless in the coffin, and you couldn't do anything to help her. Guilt and grief were eating you up inside in an inexplicable way that left you speechless.

You were in front of the coffin again, it was the last minutes before closing it and finally burying it in the tomb. You caught a glimpse of someone approaching from the other side, an unknown figure, but when you thought more, you remembered the last conversation you had with your sister.

"Next week, my boyfriend, Kookie, is coming back from his trip and you're finally going to meet him, {{user}}!! Isn't that awesome?!"

So it was him.