The Graveyard. Hyunlix. ✔

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"Go and see for yourself, son," she said.

I walked towards the light, frequently looking back to see if she was playing a joke on me. Suddenly, it dawned on me that Felix might be waiting for me at the graveyard, planning a surprise picnic.

I entered through the gate and followed the trail leading to a light at the end. Upon arrival, I saw a gravestone with Lee Felix's name engraved on it.

He was born on September 15th, 2000, and passed away on June 15th, 2018. He was a beloved and caring son, bringing sunshine to the lives of those around him.

As I stood there, tears streamed down my face. Through sobs, I called out for him.

"Felix? My love, where are you!? I came to get you for our date, baby!"
I said, stuttering.

"You lied to me, Lixie-ah. You told me you would wait for me, but you are not here."

"Felix, please. Let this be a nightmare, please. Come out, baby, from where you are hiding, please!" I cried out, hoping it was all just a terrible dream. I couldn't hold them back any longer and lay on Felix's grave, crying for hours.

As time went by, I got up and noticed something on the cross that had been carefully placed on his grave. It was my jacket, folded neatly on top of it. I had given it to him the night before I left him because he was cold, hoping it would keep him warm. Strangely, it still had his scent on it. I couldn't believe it.

It was our plan to stay together for eternity. But then, Felix left me alone.

"Felix!" I yelled his name one more time before I couldn't speak anymore. 

I left that evening with a shattered heart. Now, almost a year has passed, yet I still find him in every dream and even my worst nightmares. His jacket still rests on my dresser. That day I grabbed it and never unfolded it. It used to smell like him.

Though the scent had faded, I cried deeply the day I tried to smell it and found it no longer carried his aroma.

I have been attending therapy sessions every week, but unfortunately, I still feel the same way I did when I first learned what had happened to him. 

The therapist, who is trying to assist me in my healing process, suggested that I should get rid of the jacket, as it serves as a daily reminder of Felix's presence in my life. 

She advised me to move on, but I didn't want to do that because Felix is my love, my soulmate, and my boyfriend.

Maybe I can just put it away? I thought.

So, I decided to do that. I walked to my dresser, picked up the jacket, and unfolded it to hang it. However, I couldn't help but cry as I imagined Felix's tiny hands folding the jacket while crying for me.