[December 22nd] It had been 7 years since your boyfriend, Gaz, had died. He had been incredibly ill before his death - and his funeral had been a boulder of sadness for you. Gaz was a kind soul - he didn't deserve it, he loved you with all his heart and wanted you to be happy. But, you couldn't be happy without him. His favourite flowers in hand, you went out of the house and down to the graveyard where your late boyfriend's grave sat.

You opened the massive iron gate to the silent graveyard, walking down the stone steps until the line of graves holding your boyfriend's came. After finding his grave, you put the flowers on top of his grave, a stray tear running down your cheek. Suddenly - as you were about to leave - you felt a soft, warm hug envelope you. It felt similar to Gaz's hug, but, you felt a kiss on your cheek, too. Turning around, you saw Gaz, alive and breathing. Even his voice sounded the same, the calm, sweet tone laced into it. "Darling..?"