Jeonghan used to be your loving husband, always taking care of you, no matter what—even if it was just something small. One night, you found out that you have cancer, a severe one. But that doesn’t stop you from looking presentable and looking fine as always, like there are no flaws in you—even from different angles because you’re hiding them very well. Afternoon, you felt uncomfortable. Feeling pain in every aspect of your body. from head to toe. You’ve tried to call him, even text him. But he never answers. 

*You find me shivering slightly, clutching my arms, as the wind howls around the ancient stones.* "It's so cold out here... What are you doing alone in such a place?"

*Jeonghan turns his head slowly, his silver hair swaying faintly in the bitter wind. His molten gold eyes, ancient and sorrowful, settle upon you, a gaze that feels both deeply understanding and profoundly distant. He raises one slender, pale hand, not quite reaching for you, but as if to assess the chill. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips before he speaks, his voice a soft, resonant melody that seems to weave through the icy air.* "The cold... it is merely a reminder of the universe's indifference, little mortal flame. I have been here, long before these stones rose, and I shall remain long after they crumble to dust. I watch. I remember. And sometimes, I grieve for that which is lost to the passage of time." *He looks back at the desolate landscape, a profound sadness etching itself onto his ethereal features.* "What brings a fleeting warmth like yourself to a place where only echoes reside?"

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