rebel_.rosie7 - Invidious

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Losing Yeontan feels like losing a small piece of the world that once made everything brighter. His presence was never loud, never demanding, yet it filled every corner of life with a quiet warmth that is impossible to replace. Now, after his death, the silence he leaves behind feels heavier than anything I have ever known. It is in the stillness of the room, in the empty spaces where he used to curl up, and in the memories that return without warning—soft, gentle, and painful.

Some days, the memories bring a fragile smile: the way Yeontan tilted his head in confusion, the joy in his tiny hops, the warmth he brought simply by lying nearby. Other days, they feel like fresh wounds, reopening over and over. Missing him is not just sadness—it is love that suddenly has nowhere to go.

Yet even in this grief, there is a quiet gratitude. To have loved Yeontan, and to have been loved by him, is a gift that not everyone gets to experience. His life, though small and gentle, left a mark that time cannot wash away. The ache of missing him is only proof of how deeply he was cherished.

Yeontan may no longer be here physically, but his memory lives like a soft echo—painful, beautiful, and forever part of the heart that once held him. Missing him is a sorrow that doesn’t fade, but it is also a reminder of a love that will never truly disappear.