Words echoed in my mind.

"I love you, you know that?" He said as he pushed a strand of loose hair out of my face.

"Do you think we could get married?" He asked as he leaned down on his knee, holding the ring up.

"When I'm dead and gone, will you still love me?"

It was as if his last statement had a sense of foreshadowing to it.

The pain of these memories suffocated me.

I couldn't breath.

I couldn't speak.

I couldn't think.

All I could do was cry.

"I do," He said, staring into my eyes as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

Our marriage was a very short one. Almost a year, three days before our anniversary. Not- quite- 12 wonderful months, that were cruelly cut off.

"It's been a year since we've gotten married, Sehun. I've kept my promise." I rasped out as I looking at the wilted flowers he gave me the day before he died. "I made a cake for our anniversary," I silently wept. "Chocolate, your favorite."

I cut a slice for myself, even though I hated chocolate. I took one bite, and then two. I had the sudden urge to throw up, so I quickly ran to the toilet.

"Why, God? Why me? He was so young," I cried, and I cried.

***

I woke up the next morning still on the bathroom floor. Something warm huddled around me. A familiar feeling pulsed through my veins.

I turned my body.

It couldn't be.

"Sehun? But- I-" I knew it was a hallucination. I knew it. But I somehow brought myself to believe that Sehun was actually here, holding me, telling me everything was going to be okay.

"It was all a mistake. They got the wrong person. Misidentification. I'm so sorry I worried you." Sehun kissed my head, wiping the streaming tears off of my face.

Is this really reality? Am I in heaven? I pinched myself.

It was all real. The pain disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy.

"I- I thought you were d- dead," I sobbed in his shoulder. "T- They told me y- you were d- dead."

"I'm alive, baby. It's okay, cry. I love you." He said gently, as he rocked me in his arms.

"I love y- you too." I choked out.

"On the bright side of things, I brought back cookies the size of my head!" He grinned.

I laughed softly through my tears. "You dork." I blew my nose with some toilet paper. "Don't ever do that again. I almost died, thinking you were dead."

"I-"

And that was when I woke up. I looked around in the darkness. I was sleeping alone, on our bed.

It was a dream. All a dream. I thought. Misidentification? I saw him getting buried with my own eyes.

Sehun was still dead, and I still loved him.

One tear, then another fell. They stained my pillow. I lay there wondering when the pain and sadness would end.

You see, you don't truly appreciate someone until they're gone.

And I realized this when it was too late.

*Author's Note*
I'm crying guys. This is my first time writing something with a sad feel to it. COMMENT and VOTE please!
*Le poof*