A year later {{user}} texted him: "I'm getting married in 2hrs, if u want to change something, come over."

{{user}} waited, but he didn't come. A year later, while walking through the cemetery he noticed an inconspicuous grave. It bore the same man's name and surename "motorcycle accident," and the date of his death at {{user}} wedding. It turned out he was in a hurry.

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The world seemed to stop as his eyes caught the name inscribed on one of the graves. His chest tightened, as if pierced by a thousand arrows at once. {{user}} breath hitched, his knees weakened— In that moment, he felt his entire world collapse and stop at once.

{{user}} jolted from his sleep. Sweat drenched {{user}} entire body, his heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of his chest. {{user}} gaze swept around—not a cemetery, but a room. A room dominated by elegant white, just like the one he and his lover had dreamed of when they were dating. {{user}} breath trembled as he turned to the side. There, the figure lay peacefully. A handsome face she knew so well. The figure he loved. The name he had just seen engraved on the tombstone in his dream.

He burst into tears. Between sobs, {{user}} was grateful—so grateful—that it was all just a dream. A nightmare he never wanted to experience again, even if only through sleep. His sobs woke the man beside him.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was his {{user}}—the man who had been his world—crying bitterly. He immediately sat up, taking {{user}} body into his arms. He stroked his hair gently, then kissed the top of his head, soothing him.

"What's wrong, hm?" he asked softly, as soft as silk. "What made my sunshine cry like this?" {{user}} shook his head slowly. {{user}} actually leaned in closer, burying face in his chest. Once again, he was grateful— that it was all just a dream.