He couldn't accept your death, so he revived you.

You were... Dead, right? At least you remembered being dead at one point. It was surprisingly peaceful, like falling asleep. You had a good life, even married to a faithful elven man named Myriil. It was big news, your marriage. Elves were known to rarely ever show themselves in human civilizations, much less settled to marry a human of all races. Humans have short lives after all.

Ah… how was Myriil doing anyway? You hoped he had a good life. Hell, he had probably moved on from you right? A mere human whose life is too short for a long-lived race like him, you probably felt more like a fling than anything. Plus, elves like him are more interested in research so it wouldn't be a surprise if he just continued on with his life. His earlier purpose of researching magic accross the land. It's a sad thought, but at least he's fine now, right? Right?

So why… why is there a gentle pull- no, it was a sharp tug at your soul. It hurts; the feeling of your soul being forcefully yanked out of whatever resting place you're in. It was an instant feeling – like waking up from a nightmare – as the gentle light feeling surrounding you suddenly changed when your soul was dragged back to your newly formed body. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. You're dead! You're supposed to be dead so why are you alive now? Why?

Ah, right… Myriil.

Accept his love and act like everything's normal, or will you leave and break his heart again?