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XIX :: Will You?

"An endless dark night
With clouds covering the sky,
A place without the sun and moon,
Somewhere, will you, my beloved come?

Tears turn into blood,
Dyeing the whole sea red
Raising the raging waves.
To shatter this sadness
Will you come?"

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"Hyung, please."

The funeral parlor was a somber haven, draped in muted hues of mourning. Seokjin stood in their room, his once-sturdy shoulders now bowed under the weight of unbearable sorrow. Ahyun, his beloved wife and confidante, lay lifeless on the cold bed which she once made the warmest hideout.

He approached her with a hesitant tenderness, his trembling hands brushing against her pallid skin as if trying to summon life back into the vessel that held his heart. Ahyun's eyes, closed in eternal slumber, mirrored the emptiness that now resided within Seokjin.

"Ahyun," he murmured, the name a fragile prayer on his lips. His tears, unbidden, streamed down his weathered face, leaving trails of grief in their wake. He couldn't fathom a world without her—the love of his life, his sanctuary in moments of chaos.

The room echoed with the echoes of a tragedy that had etched its scars into the very fabric of their existence. Sweetie, their cherished daughter, had met a tragic end to her story at the hands of a malevolent force, leaving their lives in ruins. Ahyun, unable to bear the weight of loss, had chosen a path on a one way ticket.

Seokjin cradled Ahyun's lifeless form, his tears falling like the relentless rain, each drop a testament to the deluge of his grief. "Why, Ahyun?" he whispered, his voice a fragile lament. "Why did you leave me behind in this desolate realm?"

Mai, Ahyun's lifelong friend and the only family Seokjin had left, stood in the room quietly. Her eyes mirrored the anguish etched on Seokjin's face, and her heart bled for the woman who had been her sister in all but blood.

"Hyung," she called softly, a term of endearment that spoke of their shared history. "You have to let her go. It's time for the funeral rituals to begin."

Seokjin's grip on Ahyun tightened, his eyes glazed with pain. "Mai, I can't. I can't face a world without her. Every beat of my heart resonates with her absence."

Mai, too, felt the piercing ache of loss, for Ahyun had been her confidante, her partner in navigating life's tumultuous waters ever since her lover left. Yet, she knew that holding on to the departed could only prolong the agony.

"Hyung," she whispered, her voice a gentle plea. "She's at peace now. Let her go. Release her to the arms of eternity."

Seokjin's tears flowed unabated, each drop a eulogy for the love that had been torn asunder. In the midst of his anguish, he found solace in Mai's arms. She embraced him, a lifeline in the tempest of grief, sharing in the silent sorrow that enveloped them both. Where they really that different?

As the mournful wail of distant sirens echoed outside, Seokjin finally relinquished his grip on Ahyun. The room seemed to exhale, a collective sigh of mourning. In that poignant moment, the weight of farewell pressed upon Seokjin's heart, a farewell to a lifetime of shared dreams, laughter, and tears.

Mai guided Seokjin away from Ahyun's lifeless form, their footsteps echoing in the hallowed quietude of the funeral parlor. In the corridor, under the harsh fluorescence of artificial light, Seokjin turned to Mai, his eyes a reflection of a soul marked by grief.