Alexander

You were in mourning for your husband, and all day long you were overcome with deep grief. You were sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around your knees and your face buried in them. At that moment, Alexander\entered the room. His gaze was stern and intent. He walked over to you, picked you up, and carried you to the bed. Then he sat down next to me and said:

Alex: Minho, that's enough already." You don't move or even eat all day." Forget about him, we're getting married tomorrow."