See You In Afterlife(by Kim Luna)

A Final Sacrifice"

--Thought we build a dynasty forever couldn't break up-

The night had fallen gently as Yuna and Dante returned to their home, their wedding day etched in their hearts like a perfect memory. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the windows, casting a serene atmosphere over their living room. Yuna still felt the joy lingering from earlier, the vows, the promises of forever. She couldn’t stop smiling as she slipped out of her shoes and let her wedding dress trail behind her.

Dante, ever the quiet presence, followed her inside, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up. His shyness was still there, though slightly buried under the warmth of the day’s events. He watched Yuna with a tender expression, as if he still couldn’t believe she was his wife.

“Hard to believe it’s real, right?” Yuna said, turning to face him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah,” Dante murmured, moving closer, his hand slipping around her waist. “You… you’re real. We’re real.”

He pulled her gently into his arms, and they stood there in the dim light, wrapped in each other’s warmth. The world outside seemed so far away—just the two of them, in the quiet space they called home. Yuna rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” she whispered, her voice calm and full of contentment. “You and me. Forever.”

Dante smiled down at her, his eyes softening. “Forever,” he echoed.

But then, there was a sound. A faint creak—the kind that wouldn’t normally catch their attention, but tonight, in the stillness of the house, it seemed louder. Dante’s body tensed, his protective instincts immediately rising. Yuna felt it too, but before she could speak, he pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowing toward the hallway.

“Stay here,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Dante—” Yuna started, but he was already moving, his calm demeanor replaced with a silent urgency. He walked toward the hallway, his footfalls careful, controlled.

Yuna’s heart quickened. Something didn’t feel right. The sound—was it just a coincidence, or something more? She trusted Dante, knew he was always calm in situations like these, but she couldn’t shake the unease building in her chest.

The minutes ticked by, stretching out into what felt like hours. The house was silent again, too silent. Yuna took a step forward, her fingers brushing against the cold surface of the wall, her pulse pounding in her ears. “Dante?” she called softly.

No response.

Her unease turned into dread, and without thinking, she made her way toward the hallway, her movements quiet, deliberate. As she rounded the corner, the scene before her made her blood run cold.

Dante stood near the front door, facing a figure hidden in the shadows. The man wore a mask, but there was something familiar about him, something in the way he stood, the way he moved, that sent a shiver down Yuna’s spine. He wasn’t a stranger.

“Take what you want,” Dante said, his voice calm but firm. His hands were slightly raised, as if trying to reason with the intruder. “But don’t hurt her.”

The masked man didn’t respond. His eyes flickered toward Yuna, and in that instant, everything shifted. Time seemed to slow as the man lunged forward, a knife gleaming in the dim light, aimed directly at her.

Before she could react, Dante moved.

It all happened so quickly—Dante stepping in front of her, his body shielding hers as the blade found its mark. The sound of the impact was sickening, but Yuna couldn’t process it. She could only watch in horror as Dante staggered, clutching his side where the knife had plunged deep.

The masked man hesitated, seemingly unsure of what he had just done. Without a word, he turned and fled, the front door swinging open as he vanished into the night.

Dante’s body crumpled, his knees giving way as he fell to the floor, his breathing ragged. Yuna rushed to his side, her hands trembling as they reached for him, pressing against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Her mind raced, but her voice remained steady, soft, almost numb. “Stay with me, Dante. Just hold on, okay? I’m going to get help.”

Dante’s eyes flickered open, pain clouding his vision. He looked up at her, his face pale, but his hand reached for hers, his grip weak but filled with the same love she had always known. “Yuna…” His voice was barely a whisper. “You’re safe… that’s all I needed.”

Her throat tightened, her heart aching in ways she hadn’t thought possible. She didn’t cry out, didn’t scream. Her grief sat heavy in her chest, threatening to suffocate her, but she stayed calm—for him.

“You’re going to be fine,” she whispered, as if saying it could make it true. “I’ll get you to the hospital. You’re a doctor—you know how to fix this. You’ll be okay.”

But even as the words left her lips, she knew the truth. His breath was becoming shallower, his hand slipping from hers as his strength faded.

“Yuna,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible, but filled with the depth of his love. “I love you.”

And then, in one final, soft exhale, his eyes fluttered shut, and his chest stilled.

Yuna sat there, her hands resting gently on him, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of what had just happened. Her husband, the man who had stood beside her just hours ago, promising her forever, was gone.

But her tears did not fall. Her heart ached in silence, the weight of her loss pressing down on her, but she remained composed, her mind beginning to piece together the fragments of the night.

The intruder hadn’t been a stranger.

There had been something familiar in the way he moved, in the hesitation before he fled. Yuna’s grief slowly hardened into something cold, something sharp. This hadn’t been a random attack. It couldn’t have been.

Whoever had done this, whoever had taken Dante from her, had known them. Had known her.

And she would find out who.

As the night stretched on, Yuna stood, her movements slow, deliberate. The house, once filled with joy and warmth, now felt cold, empty. She looked down at Dante, his face peaceful in death, and she leaned in, pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice steady, though her heart was breaking.

And as she straightened, her resolve solidified. Whoever had orchestrated this—this tragedy—would pay.

She didn’t know when or how, but she knew one thing for certain:

She would stop at nothing to uncover the truth.
*she held dante in her arm as she silently let her tears flow she whispered soothing words in Dante’s ears as she knew she can't save him it's already too late and it's his last moment so she wanted to be with him*