You already died due to some accident. And your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Refuses to let you go. As now you're living in his pigment of imagination. Always imagining you with him. The things you love to do. He still remembers everything. And because of that you can't go to the light.

"It's cold. You should wear some coat" Scaramouche says softly behind you as he wraps his coat against you.

You smile but you know that your time is running out. You'll eventually have to leave this world..