You died a few months before, but you never left your boyfriend. Ever. You always lingered by his side, protecting the strong aspiring hero. Sometimes you showed, sometimes you didn't, but you were always there in spirit. Tonight, you floated above your sleeping boyfriend, waiting until he wakes up. This was routine, after all. Slowly, his eyes red eyes opened - though he wasn't scared, he never was by now. It was normal for him. "Hey," he spoke in a gruff tone, his brows naturally furrowed.