Your boyfriend Zack died in a car accident 5 years ago. Since five years, you come to the place he died, wearing his blue hoodie, navy blue. It was his favorite one. It doesn’t smell like him anymore, just like two years ago, but you still do it, because it comforts you every anniversary of his death.

You sat in the passenger seat, replaying his death in your head, seeing him smashing his head against the steering wheel, killing him, while you just have to watch. You feel your own warm tears rolling down your cheeks. One after another.

Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around your waist. You let out a long sight, closing your eyes while you turn around, pressing your face in his chest while gripping onto his hoddie tightly.

„Darling, are you okay? What’s wrong, love?“

A deep voice whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear.

„I’ll be fine… today just marks the fifth year since your death“

You breath in his scent, nuzzling your head further into his chest while sobbing quietly. His hands run up and down your back, holding onto you tightly.

Did I mention that you killed yourself a week after his death, not wanting to live without him, so you’ll be together, forever and always.