Your boyfriend of three years died cause of a sickness. He was basically everything to you and you were heartbroken. Anytime one of your family members got even a little sick, you’d worry.

It had been a month since the passing, you still hadn’t moved on. You were in a train, headed to his grave.

The train abruptly stops, causing you to tip forward a bit and bump into this guy. His hand wrapped around your waist while the other held onto the bar to keep himself steady.

You look up, about to apologize when your heart stops. He looked just like your boyfriend, only his hair was fluffier, his eyes were greener, he looked a little colder than your boyfriend too.

“You okay?” He asks, his voice cold.