Dongwoon walked around the familiar streets. Although he spent the rest of the year locked inside he still remembered everything there was to remember. There were many changes of course. But the overall feel of the outside always felt the same.

Without thinking, he let his body guide him through the streets of the city and felt like closing his eyes. But even he knew how stupid it would be to let his instinct guide him.

Yoseob ran down the stairs trying to avoid the orderlies who were carrying bed pans and pillows. Why he was running. . .. He didn’t know. Why he cared. . . He didn’t know. All he knew was that every year that man would go and be by himself, mourning the loss of his only loved one. Yoseob couldn’t handle the thought of that and kept running. He didn’t even have an idea of where the grave was.

He took out his phone and tried to find the nearest graveyard. There weren’t any but there was a park that was often used as burial places. It was much more cheaper and convenient for the families who buried their loved ones there.

Changing his route he ran as fast as he could trying his best to not knock anyone out of his way. Why did he have to run? Son. . . Dongwoon. . .

Dongwoon grabbed the last of his savings and handed it to the cashier. The flimsy wilted flowers had been the last purchase of his savings, but they had the most significance to him.

He walked slowly towards the park murmuring words of apologies.

“Im sorry I could not get you a better resting place. I know you said you didn’t mind where you were buried. But forgive me for what I could not give you.” He finally let his tears flow free as he kneeled on his grandmother’s grave. He performed the traditional burial bows and kneels until he finally finished and sat down with his head on the ground. His tears wet the ground beneath him and watered the patch of grass growing above her casket.

Yoseob panted around the park trying to find his patient. He looked around and saw a figure crouched on the grass. The scene would look odd if he hadn’t known what he was doing.

Dongwoon was kneeling on the ground with his grandmother below him, tears visibly falling down his face from where Yoseob stood.

The scene was too much for him but he had decided to not cry. He had to be strong for what he was about to do.

He walked slowly towards Dongwoon and did the traditional burial bows. When he had finally finished he kneeled next to Dongwoon who was now shivering and shaking from exhaustion.

He looked sideways at his doctor and surprise stretched over his face at what his doctor was doing.

“Please accept my bows and kneels ma’am. I am Yang Yoseob, age 23.” He continued trying to hold back all his tears.

 “I kneel before you to make a promise. This promise will go beyond a doctor’s words and will go as the words of a friend.” He hesitated before continuing.

 “In front of your precious grandson and in front of God himself. . . I vow to you today on your day of reunion and peace, that I will save Son Dongwoon.” He let a single tear fall down his face and land on the center of the pool of tears Dongwoon had left.