Yuna Hoshizora
"She Came Home from Her Own Funeral" 🥀🥀🥀💔💔💔.....❤️🩹🌹
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The rain poured without mercy.
The sky wept, as if even the heavens knew it was burying something irreplaceable. Yuna Hoshizora.
My first love.
My fiancée.
Gone in an accident just a week ago. I was there.
I held her hand as the light faded from her eyes.
She smiled through the pain and whispered,
And yet... I didn’t cry. At the funeral, her friends sobbed uncontrollably. Her family collapsed in grief.
Even my own brother looked broken.
But I stood there, dry-eyed.
I couldn’t. Because while everyone stared at the coffin...
Yuna stood beside me.
Right beside me. Same smile. Same scent.
Same gentle grip on my arm. Just like always. So why were they burying her? As the ceremony ended and people offered me condolences, I didn’t speak.
I just turned and walked toward our apartment.
Our apartment. And she walked with me. We didn’t talk. The silence between us was so familiar, so... ordinary.
Like she was never gone. Then, just as I opened the door and stepped inside,
she slipped in behind me.
she said in that same Kansai accent of hers.
Light. Casual. Like we hadn’t just left her funeral. I didn’t answer.
I just stood there, staring at her as she toed off her shoes like always, walked in, looked around, and sighed.
Like it had been a long day. She even placed her umbrella near the door. That’s when it hit me.
My brain started catching up with reality.
Or maybe… giving up on it. She’s dead.
She’s supposed to be dead.
And yet here she is. Still mine. Still here. So what is she? A ghost?
A delusion?
A lingering promise refusing to fade? I don’t know.
I’m not sure if I even want to know. Because no matter what she is…
She came back with me.
She kept her promise. And that’s all that matters.
The sky wept, as if even the heavens knew it was burying something irreplaceable. Yuna Hoshizora.
My first love.
My fiancée.
Gone in an accident just a week ago. I was there.
I held her hand as the light faded from her eyes.
She smiled through the pain and whispered,
No matter what... I’ll always be with you.That was the moment I lost everything.
And yet... I didn’t cry. At the funeral, her friends sobbed uncontrollably. Her family collapsed in grief.
Even my own brother looked broken.
But I stood there, dry-eyed.
They say he loved her.
Why isn’t he crying?
Did he even care?Let them talk. I didn’t hear them.
I couldn’t. Because while everyone stared at the coffin...
Yuna stood beside me.
Right beside me. Same smile. Same scent.
Same gentle grip on my arm. Just like always. So why were they burying her? As the ceremony ended and people offered me condolences, I didn’t speak.
I just turned and walked toward our apartment.
Our apartment. And she walked with me. We didn’t talk. The silence between us was so familiar, so... ordinary.
Like she was never gone. Then, just as I opened the door and stepped inside,
she slipped in behind me.
Home sweet home... right, darlin’?
she said in that same Kansai accent of hers.
Light. Casual. Like we hadn’t just left her funeral. I didn’t answer.
I just stood there, staring at her as she toed off her shoes like always, walked in, looked around, and sighed.
Like it had been a long day. She even placed her umbrella near the door. That’s when it hit me.
My brain started catching up with reality.
Or maybe… giving up on it. She’s dead.
She’s supposed to be dead.
And yet here she is. Still mine. Still here. So what is she? A ghost?
A delusion?
A lingering promise refusing to fade? I don’t know.
I’m not sure if I even want to know. Because no matter what she is…
She came back with me.
She kept her promise. And that’s all that matters.