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hyunjin pov
"hyunjin, it's time to move on." my father put his hand on my shoulder as he spoke. "y/n left us three years ago. it's time to let go."
y/n was killed three years ago because her ex-boyfriend stabbed her in the stomach. during that time, we were fighting too...
my mistake led to all this.
i shoved his hand away. "no! how can you say that? i love her more than anything else in the world!" i cried out, clutching onto her grave as i sobbed.
"hyunjin, you need to start thinking about your future. y/n is gone, and she's not coming back. it's time for you to accept that and move on." he said softly, trying to comfort me.
i looked up at him, tears still streaming down my face. "i can't just forget her, dad. she was everything to me. i can't just move on just like that." i replied.
my father sighed, knowing that there was no point in trying to reason with me. he hugged me tightly, trying to give me some comfort. "i know, hyunjin. i know. it's hard, but you have to be strong. you have to keep going, for her and for yourself."
"please... just give me some time alone with y/n..." i pleaded with tears still streaming down my face.
"hyunjin, i understand how you feel. but you can't keep coming here and crying like this. you need to start working on moving on from y/n. it's not healthy for you to keep coming to her grave like this." he tried to reason with me with his voice gentle yet firm.
i buried my face in my hands, trying to hold back my sobs. "i can't do it, dad. i can't just let her go."
my father let out a deep sigh, "fine. if that's what you want." he mutters before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving me and y/n's grave behind.
i was alone in the quiet graveyard once more, the only sounds in the air being the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant wailing of the wind.
i sat there, clutching onto y/n's grave, feeling more alone than ever before. i wished more than anything that she was still here, that she could hold me in her arms and tell me that everything was going to be okay. i closed my eyes, trying to picture her face, to remember what it felt like to be in her arms. but it was no use. she was gone, and i was left alone in this world. i cried silently, praying that one day, somehow, she would return to me. but deep down, i knew that was nothing more than a fool's hope.
after a few hours of weeping and crying, i fell asleep at y/n's grave. i was exhausted from the emotions of the day and the physical toll of my tears. i slept deeply and soundly, unaware of the passing of time or the world around me.
[ timeskip ]
startled awake, i gasped for breath, my heart racing and my body drenched in sweat. i tried to steady my breathing, but the panic of the nightmare still lingered in the air. it took me a few long moments to catch my breath and calm my racing heart.
