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The cherry blossoms fluttered gently in the breeze, their delicate petals creating a soft pink carpet on the ground. The sky was a vivid blue, with sunlight filtering through wispy white clouds, casting dappled shadows on the ground below. The air was filled with the sweet scent of spring, In stark contrast, a grave stood solemnly, its stone gray bearing the name "Minho."
Cherry blossoms are often seen as symbols of the fleeting nature of life. Their brief blooming period serves as a reminder that life is beautiful yet temporary, mirroring the cycle of life and death. This can provide comfort to those grieving, highlighting the importance of cherishing memories.
The grass was warm to the touch, swaying softly in the light wind. Holding a single white flower, I placed it among the collection of white and mint-colored blossoms that I brought daily. As I rose to my feet, a profound sense of sadness enveloped me at the sight of the grave. I longed to express my grief and to seek comfort in his absence.
As the door opened, a pleasant chime rang out in the shop, immediately capturing attention. The air was infused with the irresistible aroma of freshly baked bread and cakes. Han quickly spotted a mint-flavored cake, knowing it was Minho's favorite - and it was his birthday.
With the cake securely in his arms, Han felt a surge of excitement about Minho's upcoming reaction. On his way to the bus, his phone buzzed in his pocket, but he dismissed it, confident it was just a spam call. Besides, he assumed Minho and their friends were busy with other plans. He sat in the back seat of the bus. The noises of chitter and chatter filled the bus. Baby cries echoing along the way.
Upon entering Minho's apartment, Han was struck by an alarming scene: Minho lay on the floor, unresponsive. Han rushed to his side without hesitation. "Minho!" Han called, his eyes welded up. He held up Minho's head. In his hands, he held pills and a phone. He glanced at the screen and saw that he had called Han. He had overdosed. Han could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks; his heart was undeniably heavy and shattered.
You know, not everyone finds their happy-ever-after. Life isn't a fairy tale; it's a face-to-face reality, raw and unyielding. Perhaps in some distant universe, there's a place for dreams to flourish. But in my world? There's no room for that space even in the realms beyond.