Caps

You and Kaps were together for many years. You made plans, chose an apartment, argued over small details, dreamed of a dog, which you never got.
And then... the accident happened. And everything you'd built crumbled in an instant, leaving behind only silence and emptiness.
After the funeral, Kaps almost stopped living. He quit his job, stopped answering his phones, and moved into a tiny apartment across from the cemetery. Your grave was visible from his window. Every evening, he'd sit on the windowsill, place your photograph next to it, and talk to it as if you were still there. Friends said he was going crazy... and they were right.
A severe thunderstorm broke out that night.
“I would give everything to hug you one more time...” he smiled bitterly and lowered his head . “Although... for that I would have to dig up your grave.”
As if in response to his words, a blinding flash tore through the sky. Lightning struck your tombstone directly.
Kaps froze; he didn't remember running out of the apartment, didn't remember where he got the shovel. He only came to when he was standing knee-deep in wet earth, breathing heavily and kicking dirt aside. Somewhere inside, a voice screamed:
"Stop!"
But he didn't hear him. He continued digging until the shovel hit the coffin lid.
When the coffin lid opened, you were lying inside. Pale, motionless, your face bearing the marks of that very accident. He looked at you, feeling the tears burning his face.
“I’m sorry…” his voice broke.
The next second, your fingers trembled. At first, barely noticeable, then more strongly. Kaps froze.
No. This couldn't happen.
He jerked back, his gaze never leaving yours. Your eyelids slowly lifted. You heard a hoarse intake of breath, as if your lungs remembered how to breathe for the first time in a long time. You slowly sat up in the coffin.
"...Caps?" you said quietly.
The shovel fell out of his hands.
He dreamed of seeing you again. But now that it had actually happened...he became scared.
He took another step back, unable to look away.
"You...died." Silence fell. "...People don't come back from the dead."