"Idiot... huh? Why are you crying?"
Tears welled up in my eyes and dripped down my nose in drops.
I pressed my forehead against his warm palm. My whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"Brian!" I greedily took in his warmth, adding, "Feel free to suck my essence, suck my blood, or shorten my lifespan... can you please not leave me?"
His body stiffened. After a long time, he laid his fingertips on the ring on my middle finger. Then he said, "Elaina, you... are engaged to someone else!"
I called Troy Hawk and told him that Brian had come back to life, so I couldn't marry him.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Then Troy said, "Elaina, are you feeling unwell again? Brian... he has been alive!"
My boyfriend died five years ago.
The blood stained his brown sweater, and there was a big hole in his head.
I accompanied him to the hospital. Then I watched him being rescued, watched him covered with a white cloth and pushed out, and watched him turn into a handful of white ashes. Then I watched him buried in a grave.
But now, everyone was telling me.
Brian didn't die.
"How could he not die?"
"I am the driver who caused his car accident!"
Troy found me.