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ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕠𝕡:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟞

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Time marches on, cruel and relentless, as Amelia's father's condition deteriorates. Each day is a battle, each night a vigil. Amidst the chaos, Kook remains a steadfast pillar of support, his love for her unwavering even as the storm clouds of reality gather. Their moments of intimacy are stolen, fierce and desperate, a lifeline to cling to amidst the tempest. The call comes in the early hours of the morning, jolting Amelia from a fitful sleep. Her father's breaths have become shallow, and the doctor's voice is a solemn whisper over the line. She hangs up, her hand shaking, and looks to Kook, who's been watching her with a mix of love and dread.

Amelia: They think it's time.

Kook: Shit.

Without a word, Kook is by her side, his strong arm around her waist, supporting her as she sags against him. His eyes are filled with a silent promise that he'll be there for her through it all. In a daze, she lets him lead her to the door, the cold reality of the world outside slapping her in the face like a wet towel. The ride to the hospital is a blur of lights and sounds, her mind racing with thoughts of her father no longer being here.

The hospital lobby is a blur of faces as they hurry through, the weight of the moment pressing down on them like a heavy fog. They reach the room, and the sight of her father, still and pale, hits her like a freight train. The world around her seems to slow, each breath a struggle as she tries to comprehend the finality of it all. Kook's hand squeezes hers, a silent offer of strength. She steps into the room, her eyes never leaving her father's face, as the doctor speaks softly, confirming the inevitable. The tears that have been threatening to fall now cascade down her cheeks, mixing with the cold sweat on her skin.

Amelia's legs buckle, and she would collapse if not for Kook's arms wrapping around her, holding her upright. His embrace is a bastion of warmth in the icy grip of grief that now clutches her heart. She sobs into his chest, the pain so intense it feels like it's consuming her from the inside out. His whispers of comfort are the only thing grounding her as the doctor and nurses move around the room, their movements a silent dance of sorrow and efficiency. The funeral is a sea of black, the scent of lilies thick in the air. Amelia's heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice as she watches her father's casket being lowered into the ground. Kook's hand is tight in hers, his thumb tracing comforting circles on her palm.

The seasons shift, bringing with them a bitterness that mirrors Amelia's mood. Her father's passing has left a void in her life, one that Kook tries to fill with his unyielding love and care. Their house a bastion of warmth in the cold months that follow. Yet, there's a restlessness in Amelia that no amount of luxury can soothe. She finds solace in her work, throwing herself into cases at the law firm with a fervor that borders on obsession. Which also means she's spent a lot of time with Dohwan.

One morning, after a particularly grueling night of no sleep, Amelia stumbles into the office, her eyes red-rimmed and her shoulders drooping. Dohwan, ever the observant friend, notices her distress immediately. He tries to lighten the mood, telling a terrible, corny joke that he's been holding onto all day. It's the kind of joke that's so bad, it's good, and against her will, Amelia feels a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.

Dohwan: Why don't lawyers carry umbrellas?

He pauses for dramatic effect, his eyes twinkling mischievously.