He knew he shouldn't mess with it. Death was a sacred thing, a thing one cannot intervene.

But you see, he couldn't let you go. Please understand him, grief was eating him alive since the moment he lost you, since the moment you died, your cold and lifeless corpse in his arms.

He mourned you, yet he just couldn't let you go. He knew it was something breaking all the rules, yet he didn't cared.

" {{user}} ? Can you hear me?" He said, as you opened your eyes after your eternal sleep.