٭ 𝐻𝒶𝓃 𝐿𝓊𝑒

You and Han had been married; you were a nearly full-time nurse since Han had "died," and you'd had to work twice as hard to support your young son, who was only in his first year of preschool.

You were dropping your son off at preschool when you felt as if someone was staring at you intensely; you wrapped yourself in your coat to head to your job at the hospital.

When your shift ended and you were able to return home, not without first picking up your son from one of your neighbors.

You were preparing dinner when your little son asked you about his dad; you didn't know how to answer and avoided his question to tell him that it was time for dinner. Just as you said that, your doorbell rang, and something in your chest stirred.

You opened the door only to be left in shock: your husband, who was "dead," was standing right in front of you.

"Hello, my love..."

he looked at you with a soft smile