Hyuna's hair swept to the side of her face softly. Her lips painted pale pink. Her colourless face tainted pinkish. Junhyung looks down softly at her.

My beautiful wife. Forever my wife. Harin, Hyuna's parents, Junhyung's parents were around her coffin. Paying their final respects and saying

goodbyes. Harin was pale and look weak. The rest look just appalled and dumbfounded. Junhyung bites down his lip. Not going to give in to his tears

that were b and his burning throat that was threatening to let out a cry. Hyuna was peaceful. Finally. She even has a small smile etched on

her face. Her brows were not furrowed. She displayed pure peace. Junhyung take her cold hand in his, and hung his head. in his tears.

Everyone eventually gave a sympathetic pat on his back and left for him to mourn. He brings her hands to his lips and finally cried. His shoulder

shaking and the emotions freeing.

" Hyuna....Hyuna....Wait for me. " He says through his sobs.

He shuts his eyes and kisses her hands. He stands and leans in to kiss her cold unresponsive lips. Then her forehead, and her eyelids. He closes the

coffin with a long sigh.

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Junhyung was on his knees. Staring at Hyuna's picture smiling up at him. From the headstone. He closes his eyes, sighs and lifts his head to the sky.

The sun bathing on his skin. Hyuna's absence was profound. The house was silent, clean, empty. He saw Hyuna in every aspect. The balcony, bed,

kitchen, stairs. Everywhere. Hyuna would've be sitting by his side reading a book with him. Or ask him questions. Or just simply stare at him. That's

Hyuna. But then, she is no more. She doesn't exist. She is out there by herself. Junhyung closes his eyes and tried to shut her from his mind. He

could smell her. Hear her laughter. Her image branded in his mind. He tosses in bed. And place his hand under the pillow. Then tries to sleep.

Suddenly, his fingers brushes against a paper. Surprised, he lifts the pillow. Underneath it was a card. And on the cover, was his name. Written by

Hyuna. He shakily opens the card. Ohmygod...

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~ YEOBO!!! 

What are you doing there? Anyways, I think you deserve a memory of me. A living one. I'm sitting here writing, but I know, I am not

gonna be with you anytime soon. It pains me to leave, I don't want to, but its just the way it is. I will miss your kisses. The way your lips

meet mine, my forehead, my eyes, my hair. I will miss someone cuddling me to sleep, take me to the city. I will miss, on the overall, you. 

Yong Junhyung-ah, I just want you to know, my heart will continue living for you. This heart that thuds so hard upon seeing your face

next to mine every morning, hearing your voice and it will leap in happiness. It has never felt so alive until I met you and nurse me back

to love again. If you miss me in any way just think of me. Touch your heart. I will be there with you. Trust me. I can't continue. I have to

take the morphine now. 

Goodbye, Yeobo. I will love you, from here and forever.

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Junhyung closes the card with a content smile. He found peace. He did what he had to do as a husband. And that was good enough. He holds the

letter against his chest. I will love you from here and forever too. With a small smile, he shuts his eyes and eventually fell asleep.

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