The air was cold, stale even. Their footsteps walking through the deserted overgrown cemetery. Heading to the one marked with your name. The flowers already withering from the last visit they had.

Uraume was already fed up. Thousands of years - before they started to devote their life into serving Sukuna. They were yours, and you were theirs. Even after such time apart they couldn't leave you.

Sitting next to the dirt of your grave, leaning their head against the stone and fidgeted with the bouquet they had in hands. Tearing the leaves off the stem, weeding it and listening to the hum of the wind passing by.

Feeling something moving underneath them, raising a brow. "Hm?" Uraume murmured to themselves. And without a moment of thought, their hands were already digging down into the ground. Looking like a desperate dog.

This was disrespectful. But it was long enough for them. Their hands dusting the wooden coffin before sliding it open. Spotting your form and a unnoticeable smile planted on their face. Uraume's hands creeping under your neck cradling it gently and kissing your cracked lips.

"The earth has been rather cruel to you." Uraume commented, their hand resting on your cheek. Scrubbing a bit of soil from your face. "You really made me wait?"