It wasn't giving up, was he? He didn't realize, for him he was slowly starting to accept that perhaps, Mark was really dead. And that waiting was no longer made sense but his husband always, always had kept his promises. He had never gone back on then, then again he did say, stop waiting for him. Did Mark move on? Did he find someone else? No way, Mark was crazy for him as much as the red head was for the Canadian boy.

"Mommy try speaking to this Doyoung. He seems to know something about Daddy. Maybe it's our last chance." Nana whispered when Haechan had visited them.

"Stop looking for him Nana. I've been waiting for 26 years, I'm 46, it's been years and everyone returned. He never did, Maybe he's.........really......" Haechan whispered, his eyes filling with tears.

"How can you loose hope after all these years Mommy? What if he's alive and he finds out you stopped waiting for him?" Nana looked so upset Haechan bit his lips, what if Mark really gets upset? Sighing he gave the twitching baby in his arms to the beauty as he left the house.

"Mom please talk to Doyoung." Nana sent a voice message with the said mans number.

Haechan sat outside his backyard, alone, watching the rain fall with sound, he closed the glass doors and went to his room, should he call? Or should he just let go of all these? With trembling stubby fingers he typed the number on his phone, he pressed call.

"Hello?" The person who answered spoke with a questioning tone.

"Hello? I'm.......I'm Haechan?" Haechan mumbled softly.

"Oh dear. He had been waiting for your call but he has gone out regarding work and forgot his phone. I'll tell him you called." The person said sweetly but Haechan just smiled to himself with a hurtful expression.

That picture of Mark seemed duller by the day, Haechans heart hurt, he squeezed his heart tightly. Was he going to die? Maybe that was why the Sunflowers died earlier? Sighing Haechan went about the house that they built together, the old house his husband had bought with his first salary. It kind of represented Caroline's life, just a younger version that's all. How many people out there were waiting for their lost husband's? Were they all broken without being broken? He didn't know.

"Mrs Lee. You've got another letter." The postman gleefully have Haechan a yellow letter that made him frown and toss it onto those heap of letters that were piling up on his mantle.

Seasons were going by, little Min turned five, it was the cold December and soon it would be that time of the year where he'd sit at Incheon International airport, from dawn till dusk, hoping and praying he'd walk through the terminal again. How long? For how long will he be waiting for Mark?

"Mrs Lee your phone keeps ringing." A boy informed the older, he brushed it off and continued whatever he was doing. He was weak, after surviving two heart attacks he wasn't supposed to work so much, perhaps his body wanted to hang in a little longer for Mark.

"I'm busy now. I'll check later." Haechan smiled as he continued to train the children.

He was afraid to hear those words, afraid to here that man say, Your husband is dead, he didn't want to hear that, he wouldn't be able to take it. Not anymore, for now he was no longer strong he was fragile and weak. Driving back home that evening he saw Sunflowers at his door, it had to be Michael or that girl who asked him if he loved Sunflowers.

May you find your Valentine.

It said, for the first time in all these years he wasn't happy at the sight of his favourite flowers. Thought the gesture came out as sweet than the previous letters of hurtful comments he let the flower fall into the trash can. Sunflowers no longer made him happy, he went through the hallways of his small but beautiful house as his phone rang again.

"Mom? Can I have dinner at your ace? I can't go home since it's too far." Michael asked him he said yes.

It hurt that suddenly Michaels home was not with him but with someone else, not that he was jealous he was tired to feel good. Showering and dressing something comfortable he made his son's favourite dinner. Michael kissed his mother's forehead fondly.

"Strange? You never forget to switch on your fairy lights Mom. Are you alright?" Michael hugged his mother who made a lost expression, but didn't attempt to switch those lights on anymore.

You don't have be afraid Teddy Bear, switch on these tiny fairylights and the house wouldn't be as dark anymore.

"I'm used to sleeping without them son. It's okay." Haechan served the boy his dinner with a not so energetic smile.

"Mom what if he's still alive?" Michael   mumbled with a positive attitude.

"It's........... It's too late now." Haechans fingers trembled, he was a mess and it was obvious.

"Are you afraid that Dad's dead?" Michael squeezed his mother's stubby arms.

"I don't want it to be true. Please let's stop all of this, I can't take it anymore. My heart hurts Sparkles." Haechan sniffled his big bear orbs dripping with tears from his soul.

Michael left, as Haechan locked his door, going to sleep on that empty bed, he sat on his side, the other side cold with frosting fear of Mark being dead. What if he really was dead?

"When we get older, I want to die first. Because I won't be able to bare if you died." Haechan sniffled as he was kissed on his plump lips.

"We'll never go older together anymore. I'll die without seeing you, won't I Mark? Are all our promises drowning in my tears?" Haechan whispered falling asleep, his tears slipping down his chubby cheeks. He broke down so much that night he wailed.