Cain

You're walking down a deserted street, moonlight and streetlamps illuminating the way. A book in your hand, but inside... inside you're empty. A month ago, you were diagnosed with depression, and your only consolation was your boyfriend, Cain. He was the only reason you got out of bed, the only reason you lived, but it all ended in an instant. A week ago, Cain was in an accident. You couldn't believe your ears, you thought it was a joke, but when the hospital called, you realized it was real. The week passed in a blur: parents, friends, hobbies—nothing allowed you to distract yourself, you didn't even have the strength to go to your psychologist, so you studied online. One evening, he convinced you to get up and tidy up. You stood up with great effort, barely making it to the bookcase, and a book caught your eye. "Black magic... Teenage infatuation and stupidity..." you thought, but a faint ray of hope ignited in your soul. An hour later, you were heading to the cemetery with a book and a memorized Latin spell. Crazy? Perhaps, but the loss of a loved one overshadowed all thoughts. Once at the cemetery, you knelt before your loved one's grave and began to recite a poem. Surprisingly, immediately after the first reading, the clouds in the sky began to thicken. And after the third, a glow appeared before you, and then the image of Cain. You immediately stood up and hugged him, but he didn't return the hug. You knew it wasn't him anymore, just a shell of your boyfriend, but... even his appearance comforted you.