It was a perfect day for a picnic. However, the same could not be said for the atmosphere. Nam and his mother were being buried. Many acquaintances had attended the funeral.
The gravestones stretched out one by one, and the wind whispered a sorrowful tune. Nam and his mother's graves were side by side, flowers placed on them. Some people were crying, while others stood still, quietly.
Nam's father, Wonho, only shed tears. He was in pain, wanting to tear himself apart. But he knew it was pointless. He adjusted his glasses and, with a deep breath, looked at Jihun's devastated state.
Jihun looked devastated; it was a huge trauma for him. Clenching his fists, he sobbed uncontrollably. The joy and hope in his eyes had completely vanished. His eyes were red.
"I will avenge you… I will kill the one who took your lives… I will find them!" His gaze shifted back to the graves, and his crying intensified. The wind picked up a little more.
It was as if the wind, in support of the little brother seeking revenge, began to sing a battle song.
As for Acchi… He hadn't shed a single tear. But that didn't mean he wasn't grieving. He felt like he was in a void. He wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn't come out. His eyes were misty, but he held himself back.
Memories of their first meetings flashed before his eyes. The times he annoyed Nam, the moments they wandered together… He missed him.
The funeral ended, and Wonho and Jihun returned home. As they stepped inside, Jihun, still crying, turned to his father:
"Dad… why aren't you sad? Mom and brother are dead… but why? Why aren't you grieving?"
Wonho took a deep breath. "I am grieving, Jihun… deeply. But what is the point of crying? What does crying change? Will they come back?" He looked away. "Isn't it better to accept the reality instead of struggling?"
Jihun didn't respond. He stormed into his room and slammed the door shut. Wonho sighed deeply.
"I hope he can accept it someday…" he muttered. There was nothing else he could do. He had been wounded in two places at once: one in his heart, one in his mind. He had lost the two people he loved most, and he had to accept that.
Acchi didn't attend university for about a week. During those days, he visited his friend's grave. When he finally returned to school, he was no longer as energetic as before.
"Why… why did you have to die?" he whispered. He was staring out the window, watching the birds fly freely. But there was nothing he could do. Nam was gone from this world, and he would never return.