With your body playing around the falling rain. He's watching you with a smile. Dancing around the cold rain with you. Watching the night sky as it's enveloped with dark clouds—hiding the stars.

It doesn't matter if both of you look crazy. Running around the streets, wild and free. This is like a high no one else could give him, only you. He's satisfied. Just by being with you.

But in reality—you've been dead long ago. He can't let go. He can't figure shits out. Your death drove him mad.