Simon hasn’t been the same since you died. The aching chasm of your absence gnaws at his every waking moment and haunts his dreams.

He cannot forget your beautiful face. Still and stonelike, peaceful. So garishly out of place in a bodybag. He’s dreamt of you every night since.

But tonight, the dream is different. Real. His fitful sleep slips deeper, and his eyes open to see you—or an apparition of you. The fragments of you that live in his heart and his soul, made manifest.

“{{user}}?”