Five years after my death, my strong attachment to the living world kept me from moving on, so I stayed in this world, wandering around as a ghost. I stayed by my grandma, Patricia’s side every day. I watched Patricia slowly lose her sanity, unable to accept my death. Eventually, Patricia’s mind became confused and her memory jumbled. Patricia often forgot that I had died. It was heartbreaking to see her make my favorite baked ribs, only to realize she was waiting for someone who’d never come home again. She’d go looking for me at Ian’s place, but luckily, Ian had moved abroad after we split up five years back. So when Patricia knocked, no one was ever there. Lately, Patricia’s been getting worse. One day, she rushed out like usual. I followed her through the shopping street, across the intersection, and into an apartment building. She took the elevator up and knocked on Ian’s old door. That place had been empty for years. I sighed to myself as she knocked again, thinking, “No one’s gonna answer.” But then, out of nowhere, the door opened. Patricia called out the name I’d been dreading to hear, even as a ghost: “Ian! Have you seen Audrey?”
I hadn’t seen Ian in over five years, and he was still as handsome as ever. With time, he looked even more mature and composed. When Ian saw it was Patricia, he became even angrier. He took a step back and sneered, “Audrey? The woman who looked down on me? We broke up ages ago.” Hearing this, Patricia immediately defended me. “No, Audrey broke up with you because…” Worried Patricia might reveal the real reason for our breakup, I tried to stop her. The next second, Patricia rubbed her forehead. Her memory was jumbled, and she kept mumbling, “What? Because of what?” I knew Patricia was having one of her episodes again. Ian looked at Patricia coldly. “Enough with the act. Get lost!” With that, he slammed the door shut. I hurriedly floated over to help Patricia, but I was just a ghost. I could only watch helplessly as Patricia fell to the ground in pain. I stood there, powerless. No matter how much I shouted, no one could hear me. Looking at the closed door, I lowered my head in sorrow. I didn’t blame Ian. After all, I was the one who hurt him first.
Ian has always hated me. He thinks I look down on him and that I heartlessly dumped him, so of course, he wouldn’t meet Patricia. After Patricia was driven away by him, I followed her back to our empty home. From the moment I glimpsed Ian that fateful day, my heart has been irresistibly drawn to him. I found myself retracing our steps to our old university, where I watched him address the students as an accomplished business leader. There he stood on stage, exuding confidence and charisma. His poise and expressions were so refined and captivating that I couldn’t tear my eyes away. As I gazed at Ian, lost in reverie, his towering figure seemed to merge with the memory of the boy he once was. A wave of emotion washed over me, bringing tears to my eyes. I knew our paths could never truly cross again, for Ian’s future was now entwined with another’s… After Ian’s speech, a female student approached him with a book for an autograph. I instantly felt very nervous because Ian absolutely couldn’t see that girl. I instinctively floated over. “Ian, this is my favorite web novel. I heard the author was your classmate. Could you get her autograph for me?” Through the gaps in the crowd, I saw the familiar cover of the book in her hand, and a chill ran down my spine. “Don’t let him see it!” I rushed over to stop the girl, but I was too late. Ian had already taken the book and calmly flipped through a couple of pages. I desperately tried to cover the pages. I didn’t want Ian to read this book. But now, I’m just a ghost. My hand passed through the pages, but the words were clearly visible to Ian. “No, please…” I floated in mid-air, heartbroken. It was true; I had written this book based on Ian and me, but I died before I could finish it. I died before I could finish it. I’ve written our love story deeply in this book. All our beautiful memories from knowing each other to falling in love are tagged with pink happiness. Every word expresses my sincere love for Ian, touching many hearts. I feel heartbroken. To Ian, it must be the opposite, right? Ian probably thinks I’m sugarcoating lies and that my feelings for him aren’t like what’s written. I ruthlessly abandoned Ian, and my love for him isn’t even a fraction of what’s in the book… I didn’t dare look at Ian’s face, but I could hear him flipping through the pages quickly. His pace got faster, sounding extremely impatient. The tension and suffocation made it hard to breathe. I cautiously looked up. Sure enough, Ian was frowning deeply, his face dark. Suddenly, Ian looked up and met my gaze in the air. Ian’s hateful stare scared me, making my limbs weak, and I stiffly floated back. Ian gripped the book tightly, gritting his teeth, and said, “Damn it.” Then he turned and left the venue, telling his secretary, “Contact the author and get the rights to this book. Now! Immediately!”
I went home listlessly, my mind filled with Ian’s furious expression. He must really hate me. So, he wants to find the author and publicly humiliate me, right? “Unfortunately, he’ll never find me.” I laughed bitterly, wiping away my tears forcefully. Muttering to myself, I entered the house, but Patricia wasn’t home. I searched around the neighborhood but couldn’t find her. I even checked the supermarket and market she frequents, but no luck. Panic set in. Where could Patricia have gone? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I hurried to Ian’s house. Sure enough, Patricia was having another episode. She was at Ian’s door again. She kept knocking and calling my name non-stop. I felt both touched and sad. Despite my attempts to stop her, it was useless. Finally, the door opened. It wasn’t Ian who came out, but a beautiful woman. Seeing her made me feel incredibly down. It was her. It was Julie Anderson. Why was she at Ian’s place? Why was Ian with this woman? Julie was our high school classmate. She had once pursued Ian relentlessly. But Ian said he liked me, so he politely turned her down. Although Julie didn’t bother Ian after that, I never expected to see her at his house years later. I recalled the malicious and triumphant look Julie gave me before she died. I felt incredibly sad, like my heart was being squeezed. It was strange because I was just a spirit. Why was I heartbroken and struggling to breathe? Patricia froze when she saw Julie. Then she frowned, “Who are you? Why are you at Ian’s house? Where’s my Audrey?” Julie raised an eyebrow and looked Patricia up and down, a hint of disdain in her eyes. “Ma’am, there’s no one here you’re looking for. Get lost!” Patricia immediately looked furious. She walked over, grabbed Julie’s sleeve, and tried to pull her out. “You’re a rude girl! Are you trying to seduce Ian? You should leave.” Julie stumbled as Patricia yanked her, her gaze turning fierce. She forcefully shoved Patricia to the ground. “You old hag! How dare you show up here?” “Patricia!” I rushed forward to help Patricia, but my hand went right through her body. Frustrated, I clenched my fists, glaring at Julie, wanting to punch her. Just then, a familiar male voice echoed in the room. “What’s going on?” Julie’s fierce demeanor vanished. She clung to Ian’s arm, crying, “Ian, this madam hit me!” I stared at Julie in disbelief. When my eyes met Ian’s, I felt a deep sadness.
Ian wore ash-gray pajamas, the collar slightly open, revealing noticeable kiss marks on his neck. I stared blankly at Ian’s neck, feeling a wave of disappointment. Are they dating? Ian’s face darkened when he saw Patricia. “What are you doing here again?” “I’m looking for Audrey. My Audrey is missing…” Patricia said anxiously. Suddenly remembering something, she angrily pointed at Julie. “Who is she? Why is she in your house? You betrayed Audrey, didn’t you?” “I didn’t!” Ian suddenly shouted, looking furious. “Audrey’s the one who betrayed me!” Patricia turned pale with fear, waving her hands and explaining, “That’s not true. No. “Audrey didn’t betray you, she didn’t…She just… she…” Patricia clutched her head in pain, unable to remember what happened next. Ian stared coldly at Patricia having an episode, his eyes full of disgust. “Stop pretending! Tell Audrey to stop using you to gain my sympathy! It only makes me sick!” Ian slammed the door shut. The moment Ian closed the door, Julie looked smug, as if she had already won. I clenched my fists in anger, but there was nothing I could do. “Audrey, Audrey…” Patricia’s sobs brought me back to reality. I felt a deep sadness and floated behind Patricia. I weakly wrapped my arms around her shoulders. As if doing so could comfort her. “Grandma, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”
After leaving Ian’s house, Patricia got lost again. I followed her anxiously, worried she might encounter danger. Luckily, this time Patricia went straight to the police station. When the police asked Patricia about her family, she thought for a moment. She happened to see Ian’s news on the screen, so she excitedly pointed and said, “I remember him. He’s my granddaughter’s boyfriend.” The police exchanged glances, thinking Patricia was just rambling. However, the officer patiently continued, “Do you remember your granddaughter’s boyfriend’s phone number?” Patricia thought for a bit and then recited Ian’s number. “Alright, I’ll call him now!” Ian arrived at the police station quickly. When Ian saw Patricia, his expression instantly turned cold. “Madam Cooper! Will you ever stop?” he yelled at Patricia as soon as he walked in. The officer frowned, reminding Ian to watch his tone. Ian felt frustrated, but his attitude didn’t change. He continued to accuse Patricia, “You caused trouble at my house earlier, and now you’re here at the station! What exactly do you want?” Patricia sat there, looking aggrieved and shaking her head. “I didn’t cause any trouble. I just wanted to find Audrey…” The officer seemed to notice something off about Patricia, so he pulled Ian aside. “Sir, this elderly lady seems confused. If you know her, please contact her family.” Ian seemed to realize something from the officer’s words. He glanced at Patricia with a complicated expression. After a moment, he scoffed, “I think she’s faking it! She’s a con artist, just like her granddaughter!” I had been sitting next to Patricia the whole time. I overheard Ian’s words. I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. Patricia is such a kind person, yet she’s misunderstood and insulted because of me. Despite Ian’s harsh words, he immediately took out his phone and dialed my number. The phone rang continuously, but no one answered. As the call went to voicemail, Ian grew even angrier. “She doesn’t even care about her grandmother. What a heartless person!” He gritted his teeth, clearly hating me even more. “I broke up with her granddaughter years ago. Don’t come to me with this anymore.” Ian didn’t want to stay a minute longer, so he turned and left. The officer had no choice but to approach Patricia and patiently ask, “Patricia, your granddaughter isn’t answering. Is there anyone else at home?” Hearing this, Patricia seemed to suddenly become lucid. She instantly looked sorrowful. She nodded and cried, “That’s right. My granddaughter won’t answer my calls anymore…She’s already dead…”
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