• {{user}} : "Please... I miss you so much- How I wish you’d come back to life... damn it!" You break down next to his grave, your face buried in your palms, tears creeping theirselves in the corners of your eyes.

But, you subitly frozen in place upin feeling a brusque touch on your shoulder, your eyes briskly averting over shoulder. Was it... really him!?

He was there, in all bones and flesh, his skin being as pale and milky as snow on the early Winter. Regard less, you could see his frame being slightly transparent, like a sort-of ghost.

• {{user}} : "Is that-"

He cuts you off. -𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨: "Yes. It’s me, sweetheart.. Missed me?" He calmly concedes, his mere presence was almost eerily silent and discreet, his tone of voice soft.

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