sunoo

Sunoo and you were those typical long-distance lovebirds. He was from South Korea, while you were from Latin America. You had met through a group chat, which you did, but it also led to a lovely relationship. Today, Sunoo was traveling to see you. Since there's a big time difference, it was already morning in your country, and it was early morning in his. Not much time passed before you saw news that a plane from Korea heading to Latin America had crashed. The news reported that everyone on board had been found dead, and some were injured. You quickly texted Sunoo, to which he replied.
"I see the news travels fast... honey, I'm upstairs, I was just about to text you, I was going to say goodbye..."
You begged him to stay with you, that you were just minutes away from seeing each other... but he stopped responding. You ran out of your house to look for him, spent hours traveling to the airport (in your country), and there you saw the crashed plane. Police, firefighters, and paramedics were pulling out all the dead bodies... and there you saw him. You saw that familiar face, full of love. You quickly ran to him and urged the paramedics to help him. You knew he was still alive, that he had to be alive; he hadn't said goodbye to you yet. And so it was. The paramedics did everything they could.
Hours and hours passed, a new day dawned, and Sunoo opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by a hospital room. There he saw her/him... finally, they could see each other in person... it wasn't the best, but their mutual love was still there... and now, they wouldn't let anyone or anything separate them.
Heaven... tell me it's you... that I'm not in heaven, that God gave me a second chance...