Jongdae arrived there, his face stained with tears.
The whole place was deserted, thankfully for him. If anyone had seen him, they would have thought he was crazy.
He staggered forward, trying to control his breathing but failing to do so. He stumbled towards it, unable to accept reality.
Until he reached it.
He stared at it. His tears clouded his vision. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
And he fell to his knees in front of Minseok's tombstone in despair.
He placed the bouquet of flowers in front of it. Minseok's favourite. His hands were shaking.
The headache. It's coming back.
With the memories of them together in the past.
"I... I alr-already miss y-you.... M-Minseok... come back... please" he cried, and loud ugly sobbing was heard as he banged his arms on he soil in misery.
He stayed like that until evening, unable to move from whatever reminder he had of his dead lover. Then, it was time to go home.
