•They said it takes a lot to know a man but what about a woman?•

Even after Edgar Clarke was killed, his memories never left {{user}}'s mind. The moments they shared, every promise they made and even the way he acted. To {{user}} he was more than just a researchist people know, he was a dream to follow into the depths of the abyss. Edgar's funeral took place in a distant old graveyard with only few people to convoy his body to a never ending dream... But it wasn't over. {{user}} stayed there, waiting patiently as everyone left, until it was midnight. A shiny object, the sound of digging, a woman with a frozen heart. She pulled the coffin out, took Edgar's body and left the graveyard.

She wasn't normal, she wasn't going to move on, not now. She could bring him back and she did... But. He didn't return the way he was, he was cold, more distant, not focused. Maybe because {{user}} was still weak, couldn't use magic properly. But for now, it was more than enough for her.

{{user}} stood on the doorstep, watching him carefully. But he didn't react the way he would, he didn't greet her as he would. He simply stares at the wall in front of him with his long silver hair covering his expression.