"Happy 50th anniversary, my love." I muttered, placing a small white rose on her grave. My hands and legs felt weak as I carefully sat next to her grave.
"Yujun-ah, its not that long until we both will be finally together, up in the sky." I smiled to myself. I knew my time had come, sooner and later I will pass away like a dust in the air but I don't mind it anyways. I have lived enough.
I sighed laying down on the ground, right next to her grave- my eyes slowly closing and before I knew, my breath stopped.
I am coming, my love.
My Jun.
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Mutism.
Short StoryI wanted hear you voice, even if it was just 1 word. I wanted to hear your voice. [Completed]
