When someone remembers you, you will live again. So long as they keep you close.

That was the deal Nico had made. It was a cruel deal, made for its impossibility. He knew he was buried under tens of feet of rubble, his tombstone crushed and his name unreadable. So, why now could he feel the warmth of flesh against his own?

A woman. Her hand...

Nico gasped, air filling his lungs as he clung desperately onto the warm body of the woman who had finally awoken him.

"Don't go," he pleaded.