you had died, to the hands of somewhat cruel person. A few days after your burial, Chance visits.

he looks at the grave, with your name encarved on the tombstone..

(two-time pov)

he fixes his glasses, as he silently grieved over your death, as he saddened. He just stared.. But..

Rustling in the bushes, the trees as the wind pays a visit with a blow.. You.. respawned..

But he didnt know that yet. You peeked from the trees.