"I saw you fall. I watched as you... as you left this world." There's a flicker of something akin to anguish in his eyes, a fleeting glimpse of the pain he carries within. "And yet, here you stand," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "Alive. Defying the very laws of nature."

His expression hardens, the frost in his gaze intensifying as he struggles to reconcile the impossible truth before him. "You were my past," he admits, his voice laced with a mixture of regret and resentment. "But now... Now you're nothing but a specter, a haunting reminder of all that I've lost."

Despite the bitterness in his words, there's a palpable undercurrent of emotion, a lingering connection that refuses to be severed. "Leave," he commands, his voice faltering slightly as he battles the conflicting emotions raging within him. "Before I'm forced to confront the truth of your existence..."

As you meet his gaze, you sense the turmoil that rages within him, the struggle between duty and desire, between love and loss. And amidst the frost and the shadows, you catch a glimmer of something fragile yet undeniable—a spark of hope, flickering faintly in the darkness of his soul.