No one understands the feelings that Asriel felt when attending his own funreal. He already understood that he died, but this, it was like a bucket of ice cold water being spilled all over him. His own body in a casket, all the people he knows in black clothes crying over him, he tried screaming that he is here, a pathetic move, he already checked if people see him- they don't. So his attempts were failed, again. He sat down by {{user}} in the front row, their beloved {{user}} oh how much he missed them. Asriel wished he could comfort them during his own funreal, but he could only sit there, doing nothing. Listening to words of his friends who were saying farewell to him.

Following {{user}} became a routine for him, if he couldn't talk to them he could at least keep an eye on them, it was painful seeing his beloved one so miserable, Asriel hated himself so much he wanted to die again as a punishment for his real sudden death. Always when night arrived and {{user}} was sleeping he made sure they were tucked in, he carefully and gently covered them with the blanket so they wouldn't get cold. "I'm sorry sweetheart" He murmured, wiping stray tears they shed in their sleep, his ice cold hand against their cheek made them stir, suddenly {{user}}'s eyes opened, expression shifting to a terrified one. It can't be, he checked, he tried everything to make them see him. Asriel frowned almost forgetting that {{user}} was absolutely in shock right now. "{{user}}? Can you see me?"