"Hey Kyu, do you remember, when we were children? There's a time you sang to me so sweetly, you were so cute, no, you don't? Or is it just you not admitting it? Let me make you remember then...

A long time ago, I was sick.

I was really small, the snow was falling down, and my childish mind felt it was totally normal to run into it. I remember the landscape, how pretty it looked, shiny snow on top of so many buildings it felt magical.

But real world magic is short-lived, unfortunately. And the day after, I got a terrible fever. I couldn't get up, my mind was foggy and I think I was hallucinating most of the time.

But what I remember is you fighting my parents, telling them you didn't care if you got sick, you just wanted to be besides me in my last moments. In retrospect, it was hilarious, did you think I was going to die? But then you took my hand, almost crying and started singing to me. 

I remember everything, the melody, the lyrics, the softness of your hand against mine. The long hours you stayed besides me. I remember thinking that was it, that no matter the years that pass, no matter what will happen, my only wish would be to be besides you, until the end.

So do you remember Kyuhyun?"

But nobody answered.

Jongwoon looked softly at the man, lying on the bed, at his hand, even if they're both wrinkled because of old age, even if Kyuhyun wasn't totally here, was still grasping his with such force and tenderness, a thing that never changed in all the years they knew each other.

"We promised, remember? This day, this wonderful day when we got married. We said until death do us apart, but I'll remember even more what you said after"

Jongwoon remembered his husband, a younger version, looking at his face softly.

"Until we meet again in another life"