You were in the abandoned secluded garden that you and Elijah used to visit, Five months have passed since his death. You stood below the old withowed tree in the center of the garden as you sobbed and remembered the day where he gave you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Why are you crying, Ma Chèrie?"

You heard his voice and decided to look for the source of the sound you saw him leaning against the tree with his arms crossed and looking at you, like he was alive again

"Missed me?"