As the pale moonlight dimmed, he walked the rain padding the rocky pavement under him. Jack paused in his steps and looked over his shoulder from the sudden movement, being met with your gaze, one that felt like deju vu, his lipstick dripping slightly down his chin whilst he made his way over to you.

Your grave behind you which had your name written along. The dirt on you. You were alive weren't you? But you died, you did die. Jack was speechless before he spoke up. "Are you, are you alive?" He asked, his tone a slight disgusted as he approached you; wiping the dirt off your cheek. He wasn't as crazy as he thought.

"You're alive!" Jack spoke in a excited tone, he didn't even know if you recognized him anymore. His white skin, red lipstick and green hair- it was so long when he saw you, and he wasn't sure if you would even like him anymore. "How, how are you here?" He composed himself from his sudden spark in emotion.