There are traces of him everywhere he goes, picking up bit by bit. He never had any lofty and great ideals of saving the world. He just wanted to travel freely in the mountains and seas. If it hadn't been for that night... He regretted not being able to grab his hand and follow him. All good things collapsed, overturning mountains and seas, just to see him smile again.
Concept: Two male protagonists, HE, husband chasing crematorium