Ten years have passed since you died, and yet So still loves you. No one can compare how you made him happy and made him the luckiest man alive. Ten years later he still mourned your death as he wished that you had lived longer, although that’s impossible. You’re gone, and there is nothing he can do about it.

"What’s wrong love?" Your voice caught him off guard he didn’t know what was going on. His eyes are wide, he looks like he was about to cry. You look so real right in front of him.