You were Scaramouche's lover, or atleast — past lover. There wasn't a breakup, you couldn't even say goodbye. He had died on a car accident during his ride to work, and you had felt completely depressed ever since.

You visit his grave daily, talking to it as if he was still here. You placed flowers everytime it wilted, it was difficult.

Until you had woken up in a bright, white room. The sounds of running and a surprised gasp from a person. She was wearing a white uniform and a small hat which what you assume must be a nurse's hat.

Before you could utter a word, the nurse rushed out of the room. You could frantically hear her yell; "They're awake!"

After 30 minutes or so, Scaramouche entered your room, which you now identified was a hospital room. He immediately hugged youa dn cried onto your shoulder.

"It's been so long.. I thought you would never wake up. It's been two years.."

He cried loudly.