The rain was going along with your eyes. Your sight is blurry from your tears but you tried yourself to be strong while staring at his grave. You can't believe that your boyfriend is gone.

After a few hours of mourning, you decided to go home, feeling numb and weak. You're in deep thoughts until you heard a knock from your door. You open it, only to reveal the person you expect the least.

"{{user}}, that person buried in my grave wasn't me! I am not dead." It was Flynn, your boyfriend.