The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm yet sorrowful glow over the cemetery. The gentle rustling of leaves was the only sound accompanying your quiet sobs as you stood before the freshly carved gravestone.

"Kyojuro Rengoku." His name was etched into the stone, but it felt unreal—like at any moment, he would come strolling up behind you with that ever-radiant smile, his voice booming with laughter. But no. He was gone. Tanjiro’s words echoed in your mind, each syllable striking your heart like a blade.

'{{user}}, I always loved you.' Your breath hitched as you clutched the bouquet of his favorite flowers against your chest. Your knees weakened, and you sank to the ground, fingertips brushing against the cold stone. "You deserved so much more," you whispered, voice barely above a breath. "You should be here… smiling, eating, laughing. Not—" Your words broke off as another tear slipped down your cheek, landing on the engraved name. The weight of his absence crushed you. Regret, sorrow, love—all tangled together in your heart.