Six years of love. Six years of laughter, of whispered confessions and unbreakable devotion.

And then — the accident.

You remember the night it happened, the way your heart nearly stopped when you got the call. But he survived. He came back to you. Didn’t he?

At first, everything seemed normal. But then, the whispers began. Your friends’ worried glances, the hesitant way they spoke around you.

"You're hallucinating," they told you. "LuHan is gone."

You brushed it off — nonsense...He was right there, holding your hand, kissing your forehead, whispering goodnight.

But today, everything shatters.

You’re at your parents’ house, LuHan sitting beside you like always. The conversation is light, warm—until your mother’s voice cuts through the air like a blade.

"Sweetheart...he's gone..."

The room tilts. Your breath stumbles.

No.

A chill creeps up your spine as your grip tightens around his hand — warm, solid, real. But when you turn to him, his expression is calm, almost serene.

Then — he smiles. Soft. Gentle. Unsettling.

"It’s true...dear."

And just like that, the world around you crumbles.