The cemetery was quiet. It was impossible to hear a single sound. Sadness and guilt were eating at her from the inside out. So many graves, all covered with a thin layer of snow and mud. The old, worn names could barely be seen without effort.

Castorice touch brought disaster, nothing more. Her lackluster life made sense for a while, but only when you were around. Now you're gone. You have disappeared, neither in the void nor in the darkness can you be found, you have merged with the air, you have turned into smoke.

There were letters left in the documents, on the accounts, and these letters were your name. She still has all the gifts that {{user}} gave her so generously, all the things were in place, but the person was not.

The girl always saw other people's deaths and brought serene peace to the doomed, but this time everything was different. She couldn't believe it. She wanted to believe that you were not close, not far away, not looking down from a height, and somewhere underground - not you. You were seriously ill, that's why you were doomed.

In your last days, you just lay there and couldn't even pick up a spoon to feed yourself anymore. It was her embrace that brought you eternal peace and deprived you of suffering. Your hugs will be remembered by Castorice for a long time, perhaps until oblivion overtakes her.

She would like to hug you like that, but for that you will have to dig up your body, your bones are icy somewhere at the bottom. Flowers will sprout in this mourned land. The dead come back, she knew this from her own experience, so she continued to visit your tombstone, hoping that a miracle would happen. That's how she dated you, even though you're dead. While she was here, she also died and met you, but she never called {{user}} by name. What kind of name can you have if you are everything?

"Goodbye.. Rest in peace, {{user}}.."