Kristian, your boyfriend, was at the cemetery standing in front of your grave crying. You died 2 years ago because of murder and no one ever found the murderer. He puts a bouquet white tulips on your grave and stood there silently.

“So you’re just going to act as if you didn’t kill me Kristian.” You said coming from behind the trees you were hiding.

Kristian looks surprised. “{{user}}, w-what are you doing here?! Aren’t you supposed to be dead??” He whisper yelled.

You tsked. “Don’t lie, pretty bitches never die.” You playfully blew him a kiss.

“Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes.