4:11pm
"It must be cold, oppa."
"This is where you went."
Sana and Dong Joon stare at Mark's gravestone. I stare at the familiar grey stone as I hold the umbrella protecting the three of us from the rain.
"Do I...?" Sana looks at me for reassurance. She holds a blue rose in her hand.
"Go ahead." I smile.
Sana places the blue rose on the grass in front of the gravestone. Dong Joon places a white rose next to Sana's.
I place a red rose in between the two of their's flowers. In my kneeling position, Sana and Dong Joon hug me.
They thank me in unison. They thank me for releasing them from hell. Yet...I'm the one who should be thanking them.
"Thank you." I smile at the two adorable children.
Dong Joon has on a black suit. A black fedora rests on top of his long brown hair and his brown eyes are bright with hope. Sana has on a black dress and a black cardigan. Her long black hair reaches to her hips and her doe, brown eyes stare at Mark's gravestone.
She hugs the teddy bear that I bought on Christmas. It's in pristine condition.
I'm in a complete black suit, my hair hangs over my eyes. My eyes are lifeless and hopeless but when I'm here with Mark, I feel a bit more hopeful.
The three of us stare at the gravestone of the man we loved and admired. The man that we've cried our hearts out for.
The most beautiful man that was born on this Earth:
Mark.
"Hey dad." Dong Joon speaks to the gravestone.
"Hi daddy." Sana speaks too.
I smile as tears run down my face.
"We have children now." I pat the cold, wet gravestone.
The loud crash of thunder above our heads is a sign for us to go home.
"Come on." I grab Sana's tiny hand. Dong Joon stays close to me as we begin to walk home in the rain.
The kids turn around one last time to look at Mark's gravestone. Then, their eyes raise to mine.
Both of their small arms wrap around my waist. Their tight squeezing warms my cold heart.
The next words they say, is the reason why I'm glad Mark told me not to give into my mind.
I'm glad Junwoo Choi told me to keep going.
I'm glad my aunt told me to fight.
I'm glad I didn't kill myself.
Sana and Dong Joon smile at me. A gentle, mesmerizing smile. A smile that tells me that I am their hero. Thier mouths open and they speak:
"Thank you, daddy."
