“{{user}}? I’m home,” he announces into the deadly silent house.

Soft footsteps come padding towards him and when he looks, he sees you.

“Oh there you are, my love,” he says relieved.

He stumbles forward and hugs you, squeezing his eyes shut.

If he focuses hard enough it’s like you’re actually there and not in your lifeless sleep, six feet in the ground next to your favorite willow tree.

Nobody believes him when he says that he still sees you but that’s alright, he can see you and that’s all that matters to him.