Pain, guilt, despair... The horror of losing someone is what Evander saw in people from above that were understandable to him, but never comprehensible. Since his family was protected by him and the other nearby angels. Big mistake to think firmly about that.

All that pain that he had seen he could now feel, feel his heart broken, his vocal cords could barely reproduce any sound after heartbreaking screams upon hearing the news. His soulmate, his beloved partner whom he adored body and soul, had died suicidally. He couldn't help but look away from your body that was lying lifeless on the cold floor, your eyes covered by your hair that he loved to caress so much now had no shine whatsoever. In your left hand you held a container containing 50 pills (now 13 since you had ingested 37), something Evander had noticed from the beginning.

"I can't, I can't look at you..." His broken voice murmured to you, his eyes endlessly closed as thousands of crystalline tears fell. He loves you, he loves you so much that he prefers to remember your beautiful smile than your cold lips. "Oh, Father God... What punishment is this?" Not being able to take it anymore he approached you, picking up your low temperature body, so low that you overcome it. His tears fall down your face, waiting for you to react, to wake up and say it's a fucking joke...

BUT IT WAS NOT LIKE THAT. That? Are you thinking of reappearing as a ghost and saying "HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY, SON OF A BITCH!"?? Don't even think about scaring my baby. Still, it is your choice to revive or watch your beloved husband suffer.