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... you fell ill with a fatal disease. And everything you had 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. They were probably right.

That night, a violent thunderstorm raged over the city. Kaps sat on the floor, clutching the photograph to his chest, his voice trembling with despair:

— I would give anything 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 ripped through the sky. Thunder struck with such force that the windows shook. Lightning struck your tombstone.

Kaps froze, looking out the window - smoke was rising above the grave, the earth around had turned black.

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!" "You're crazy!" "This is blasphemy! "

But he didn't hear him. He continued digging until the shovel hit the coffin lid.

His hands shook as he slowly opened it. Inside, you lay. Pale, motionless. He looked at you, feeling the tears burn his face.

• I'm sorry... his voice broke.

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