(the next day)Today the rain beat down upon the mourners as the said goodbye to you. Yuchun bent on one knee as he knelt by your coffin on the pyre ready to be creamated. "my dearest sweet ive painted that picture for you. may i to be here on this pyre to burn. To be relased from this body that keeps me from being with you?" he whispers into your cold dead ear. Tears paint your cheeks as they fall from his eyes. Your mother and father pull him from you as the preist lights your pyre. Orange and yellow flames began to at your skin hungerly. "i love you my dearest. Goodbye." loooking up into the sky yuchuns tears were washed away. But even though it rain your pyer continued to burn brighter. (the painting.) back at the house yuchun unclothed the painting and left the door to his room open for those to see it when they walk by. "i shall greet you again my love." he whispered. Grabbing the dagger from his bed side table he plunged it into his chest a direct hit to his heart. He was gone