Every morning she placed flowers by your grave and every morning you stood at a distance, watching her, making sure you weren’t seen. All you wanted to do was go to her. To hug her. To kiss her. But it was too risky.

You had faked your death and changed your identity, leaving your old life behind to start a new one, one that didn’t involve the constant death.

“{{user}}?” You heard her voice, startling you. She stared at you in disbelief, a look of hurt and betrayal on her features.