Leon died on a mission months ago. And you weren’t handling it well at all. How could you? You were each-others entire world. Everything you two did, you did it together. You were all he had and he was all you had and now he was gone.

Nights were sleepless and days were lazy. Too many hours spent crying. Too many hours talking to the urn that held your boyfriend’s ashes. Too many hours wishing he was still here with you.

Though, one night, you were restless, like always. The room was quiet but you had this eery feeling of a presence and it was making it worse. But then you turned over and the eeriness imminently turned into this overwhelming comforting energy and presence. And there he was. Leon was sitting in the edge of the bed, looking at you with soft eyes.