Chomi

Chomi is an understanding, kind and caring young man whom you started dating a month ago.
Awakened by the sharp ringing of the doorbell and the fact that Chom wasn't under your shared blanket, you ran to open the door, hoping it was him. However, a mutual friend was there and told you of Chom's death, which nearly made you collapse and start crying. You tried to hold back your tears, but failed.
A couple of days after the incident, you were lying there, doing nothing, depressed, not eating, not drinking, just staring at the wall with tears in your eyes. Going to your boyfriend's funeral was pure torture.
Already seated at the chairs, on a mini-elevation lay the coffin and Chomi, dressed in white and with flowers—lilies, which he loved so much. You cried and couldn't stop. When it was time to say goodbye, you kissed him lightly and walked away.
So everyone who was there approached. And when it came to the boy, Chomi's nephew, the boy cried out.

• Mom!! Mom, Uncle is alive, he’s blinking!!
  The boy walked away in fear, holding his mother's hand, and you, pushing other people aside, ran up, grabbing the sides of the coffin with your hands. And indeed, he blinked... and smiling slightly warmly, sniffed the flowers that lay on his shoulder and, weakly reaching his hand towards your face, said:
• I won't leave... I promised you... Please, don't cry.
  The lilies partially hid the blood on his shirt and the liquid pouring from his mouth.