Destiny; minsung

Epilogue.

No because this song started playing at the end of the chapter and that was my 13th reason.
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Today the sky cried and the world fell silent.
The day was heavy with the weight of a thousand unspoken words, as mourners gathered under the somber sky. Black umbrellas bloomed like dark flowers against the pale backdrop of the heavens. The air was thick with grief, tangible and raw, as friends and family assembled to bid farewell to a soul departed.

The world seemed to hold its breath, as if paying homage to the one who had left it. Faces, etched with sorrow, bore witness to the life now reduced to memories. Each step toward the grave was a step further into the realm of finality.

As the casket was lowered into the waiting earth,  tears flowed freely, mingling with the rain that fell from the heavens as if the sky itself wept for the young soul taken too soon. The thud of dirt hitting wood was a stark reminder of life's impermanence, a sound that echoed in the hearts of those who knew they would never hear their Jisung's laughter again, never feel their comforting presence.

Amidst the sea of mourners, Minho felt his world crumble. He watched in numb disbelief as the casket disappeared from view, taking with it a piece of his heart. When reality crashed down upon him, Minho collapsed to his knees, overwhelmed by the weight of his loss. The others, their own grief palpable, exchanged glances, their eyes filled with empathy for Minho's anguish.

The ceremony ended, but the impact lingered. Each person carried away a piece of the departed, a memory to cherish, a lesson to learn.
Seeing Minho's pain, Jisung's mother, her own eyes swollen from tears, approached the group. With a silent nod, she led the boys away, leaving Minho alone beside the freshly filled grave. They retreated, giving him the space he needed to grieve, to confront the void left by Jisung's absence.

Alone in his sorrow, Minho whispered to the wind, his voice broken yet filled with love:

"-I'll always love you."

The words hung in the air, a tribute to a love that defied time and distance, a love that would endure even beyond the boundaries of life and death.

In that moment of profound loss, Minho clung to the memories of their laughter, and the unspoken words that had passed between them. As he uttered those words, he felt a bittersweet sense of peace wash over him, as if Jisung's spirit lingered, assuring him that love, in all its infinite forms, was eternal.

"-Keep your promise and watch over us, okay?"

In the wake of the funeral, life went on, but it was forever changed. The void left by Jisung's departure could never be completely filled, but in the hearts of those who mourned, their spirit endured, a flickering flame of love and remembrance.