third person pov

a screech is heard around the world. quick openings from the door is shut and she runs.
she looks for him, searching until she starts to sob.

how long does she have to wait for him, just to hug her?

she bends down and a gust blows away the dirt.

the grave she saw, untouched, was there.

she smiles and chokes on her own voice.

"hoseok, you would be would not be proud of me. but here I am, my impatient mind just had to visit you."

"the wait is over. "

-end-