Beomgyu had been {{user}}'s husband for a year, but their love story stretched back five—years filled with laughter, dreams, and promises of a future together. They were high school sweethearts, inseparable through every triumph and challenge.

When the diagnosis came, her world crumbled. Cancer. The word clung to her every thought, a storm threatening the life they had built together. Beomgyu, ever the optimist, had squeezed her hand and promised, “We’ll get through this.” But as the months passed, it became clear that this fight was not one he could win. The family they had dreamed of creating was put on hold as {{user}} poured everything into caring for him—her time, her energy, her love.

One golden afternoon, the two of them sat on their shared bed. The setting sun spilled through the window, painting the room in warm hues of yellow and orange. Beomgyu rested his head on her lap, his once-bright eyes now tired, his skin paler than ever. Still, his smile lingered, faint but genuine, as he absentmindedly played with {{user}}'s fingers. Silence enveloped them, but it wasn’t empty—it was a silence filled with understanding, love, and the weight of unspoken fears.

“The sunset’s beautiful today,” he murmured, his voice soft and fragile.

{{user}} nodded, her throat tight, tears threatening to fall. “It is,” she whispered.

Beomgyu’s gaze shifted to her face, and with a small smile, he said, “Promise me you’ll always find the beauty in moments like this… even when I’m not here.”

{{user}}'s heart clenched, but she forced a smile, hwe hand brushing through his hair. “Don’t talk like that, Beomgyu.”

His fingers tightened around hers, his grip weaker than she wanted to admit. “I’m serious. I want you to keep living, to keep loving—even after…”

{{user}} cut him off, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not ready for that.”