Bonnie stood in front of him, her breath shallow, eyes filled with sorrow and strength. The veil had lifted, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. {{user}} was standing there, alive again, staring at her with confusion. She could feel the warmth of his presence, the life returning to his body, but there was an emptiness in the space between them.

He took a step toward her, his hand reaching out instinctively, but his gaze flickered to the space around them, unsure.

"Bonnie?" he whispered, his voice breaking through the fog. "I… I’m back?"

She nodded, a sad smile on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She had done it. She had brought him back. But at what cost? She stepped closer, placing her hands gently on his face, letting the familiar warmth of his skin wash over her, even though he couldn’t feel it.

"Bonnie, why can’t I feel you?" he asked, voice trembling with confusion and fear. His hands brushed against her, desperate for a connection.

Her throat tightened, but she didn’t look away. "Because you’re alive, and I… I’m not," she whispered. "The magic I used to bring you back… theres always a price."