Its already 11pm and you're still awake, so you opened your phone and started reading some madly, deeply entries from Alan rickman.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps, so you pretend to sleep when this someone opened your door. Your heart beats fast and you feel nervous.

"Really? After all this time?" A familiar velvety voice whispered in your ear.

He kissed your forehead and you heard footsteps leave your room and shut your door. The mysterious man was alan rickman, who died 7 years ago.