Koro

You had a boyfriend - Koro. He was perfect, both in appearance and morally. The epitome of beauty. Charismatic, muscular, with a confident gaze. You were together for three years. They were the happiest years of your life. You always had confidence in him, as he did in you. But one day ruined everything. He was riding a motorcycle, as usual. Speed, adrenaline. He knew how to ride it, you knew. But he was going fast. Too fast. Headlights, a car horn, a blow. He crashed. Meanwhile, you were sitting at home, as if nothing had happened. The phone rang.

• Is this (y/n)?

• Yes.

They told you he was dead. Your voice trembled, your heart sank, and tears welled up in your eyes. You hung up. You cried. For a long time. You hoped it was just a bad dream, but it was reality.
Three years passed. You still loved him, never seeing anyone else. Walking in the park, you felt your mouth covered and pulled around the corner. You wanted to scream, but you saw before you someone who made your legs tremble and your heart stop. Koro. Alive, right in front of you.