{{user}} stood in stunned silence, his head still reeling from the sudden turn of events. One moment he had been lying on the cold, unforgiving pavement, the life slipping from his body - and the next, he found himself back at the start of his tumultuous relationship with Yeraz.

The familiar surroundings of their shared apartment felt both comforting and unsettling. Had it all been just a terrible dream? But the ache in his heart told him otherwise.

His reverie was broken by the sound of the front door opening. Yeraz swept in, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "You're late," he snapped, not even looking in {{user}}'s direction. "I expected you home hours ago."

{{user}} opened his mouth, struggling to find the words. How could he possibly explain what had happened? That he had witnessed the bitter end of their relationship, only to be granted a second chance?

But Yeraz offered him no chance for explanation. His icy black eyes flashed with something akin to contempt as he regarded {{user}}. "Did you hear what I said? Why do not you answer my question?"