-- 1 year earlier

"Sehun-ah~," my lover called me as I wasn't paying much attention to her. "Yes?" She leaned in and pecked my nose. "I love you." I smiled. "I love you more, baby. Don't you ever leave me." She giggled a tad bit and whispered, "I can't promise that.. But I can promise I'll love you until the very end." 

I was confused. What could she have meant by that? She is able to love me, yet cannot promise to stay by my side forever? Was it because I was too young and immature? I loved her so much-- and I still do, so I trusted her. I believed that she would stay with me forever. I thought she would give me warmth for the rest of my life. From then she distanced herself from me, always replying to my speech slow, expressing less love, never initiating the first sentence. She became a stranger. A few weeks after then, I found myself alone in bed. I glanced around my bedroom and found a note, with her name at the bottom. She told me that I wasn't good enough, so she left me. I had no idea where she went, so I locked myself in a dungeon fighting monsters; my stress, nightmares and loneliness. I needed her and I still do.

She is everything to me. 

I open my eyes. Eyes that see a ceiling as white as it would get, innocent as the colour could be.

We sang the same song everyday.

We sang to each other.

"He loved my voice."

"I loved her voice."

You drive to your parent's house. You were going to surprise them with a gift. You arrive shortly, as you were staying at a friend's home that lived quite near your parents. You park the car outside and are a bit shocked your parents didn't have a party with lights on everywhere and random strangers dancing outside.

You giggle at the memory of your parent's last anniversary where they held a party that used so much electricity and food, it could last a lifetime.

You ring the doorbell while calling your parents. "Mom, dad, I'm here!"

There was no answer and you raised an eyebrow.

You twist the doorknob and surprisingly it was unlocked. You walk inside skipping happily holding your parent's gift to see them both on the ground. Their mouths slightly open, and eyes closed. They look weak.

Pale. Still. Lifeless.

Dead.

Your mouth trembles as you call them again. "M-Mom..Dad..."

No answer.

You get out your phone slowly with tears threatening to fall. You held them in. You have no idea who to call. Of course you remember to call 119. You dial them right away, and tell them the situation with a cracky voice. The voice that came out of lips that stutter out words that eventually spoke. Lips that seemed to not let out a voice for ages. Lips that seemed to not have talked socially for months.

A few minutes past and you sit on the couch. You can't believe what you see. Your parents, dead on their anniversary. No. They are not dead. It's not true. It's not happening. It didn't happen. At least not yet. 

You seem to go through what you call a hallucination period. A period of fright and disbelief. Every limb in your body starts shivering and shaking.

You snap out of it when you hear the doorbell ring. Twice.

You head to the door slowly. You open the door slowly and stare.

The man you loved.

The man you still love.

The love of your life.

In front of you holding roses.

He remembered this special day.

His smile, so nostalgic. The smile that contained every single memory being together. 

You whisper to yourself. "I love you."

You couldn't help but just stare at him with tears that finally streamed down.