On the ninety-ninth day after I died, Chloe brought her new boyfriend to visit my grave. She held a vibrant bouquet of flowers, nestled in his arms, and forced out two measly tears. The sight of it tore my heart to shreds. I immediately cursed the heavens for being so unfair. Even after death, I had to watch my wife flaunt her new love with another man. As my curses grew fouler, a voice suddenly echoed in front of me. **System:** [Ding! Congratulations, Host, for unlocking a stage quest. Complete it on time to earn three days in the mortal realm.] [Quest One: Make the new boyfriend dance wildly at your grave.] I instantly closed my eyes and blurted out: [Just let me stay dead.] **System:** [Rise, my love! Rise!] [Can you please give me some quests that are actually doable for a living person?] I snarled, my brow furrowed, teeth gritted. **System:** [Welcome to the underworld.] Oh right, I almost forgot. I was already dead. Now, I was just a wisp of a soul, drifting around the human world. [But this… this quest? Unless I can knock him out, drag him to the grave, and force him to dance…] **System:** [Where there’s a will, there’s a way.] Fine! Fine! Fine!
This was my ninety-ninth day after death, and my hundredth day since passing was just around the corner. I never imagined Chloe would find a new boyfriend so quickly. They walked hand-in-hand, like a groom and bride, slowly approaching me. For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I blinked, then blinked again. Nope, no tricks. This new guy was actually quite handsome, but nowhere near a fraction of how good I was. Pretty faces are a dime a dozen, but a truly interesting soul? That’s one in a million. Chloe stood at my grave, her eyes instantly welling up. As she placed the bouquet down, she gracefully knelt. “Liam, I’ve come to see you. Are you doing well over there? I’m doing quite well. You try to take care of yourself too. Remember to eat well, rest well, and don’t overwork yourself…” Chloe’s voice choked. If she hadn’t brought Julian today, if this wasn’t the first time she’d visited me since I died, I almost would’ve believed her. Bad woman! You promised you’d only love me for this lifetime. Look how fast you found someone new. Julian gazed at Chloe’s tearful face, his heart aching. He then pulled her into his embrace, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “This is the last time you cry for him. Don’t let me see it again, okay?” Chloe nestled obediently against him, a little bird seeking shelter, nodding her head. The two of them then walked away from my grave, side by side. A gust of wind swept by, and I shivered instantly. I didn’t know if it was real coldness hitting me or just a wave of disgust washing over my soul.
Julian, I actually knew him. He and Chloe had known each other since childhood, born in the same year, same month, same day. You could say they were childhood sweethearts, the kind that made everyone envious. They say a sudden, fated love can never truly win against a childhood sweetheart. But hey, didn’t I just prove them wrong? Chloe and Julian were as close as could be, thick as thieves, sharing everything. My appearance completely severed their connection, right when their “more than friends, less than lovers” phase was heating up. Chloe fell hard for my slicked-back hair, my skinny ripped jeans, and my designer loafers back then. Her eyes sparkling, she told me, “Liam, I’ll marry no one but you in this life!” And I believed her. After all, for years of marriage, we truly were deeply in love. Passersby would almost gag from how sweet we were. And Julian? I could see the suppressed anguish in his eyes, the resentment of someone whose cherished person was snatched away by me. Isn’t that just how love works? Totally unexpected, yet somehow, exactly what you’d expect. So when Chloe brought a new man, and that new man happened to be Julian… I admit, I totally lost it. Julian was practically cuddling with my wife right over my grave. I seriously wanted to bust out a song right there and then. “I could sing ‘I Will Always Love You’… nah, scratch that. How about ‘Since U Been Gone’? Or ‘Irreplaceable’? ‘Happy breakup, hope you find someone better!’” Clearly, they couldn’t hear me.
I floated out of the grave and followed them all the way back to what used to be our home. In just a short time, the place had undergone a complete transformation. I liked warm colors, but Chloe was the opposite; she loved black, white, and gray. Our tastes truly clashed. When we decorated our marital home, to satisfy both of us, half was my preference, half was hers. Now, the entire house was a dark, gloomy color. The balcony curtains were heavily drawn, letting in not a single ray of light. It looked incredibly depressing. The three wedding photos of us hanging on the wall were gone too. Taking the opportunity, I floated into the bedroom for a look. Ugh, seriously… everything was gone. Every single trace of me had completely vanished. I suddenly felt so helpless as a ghost, forced to witness these infuriating things. Chloe had been curled up on the sofa since they got back, looking sickly and down, her face pale. A few beads of sweat occasionally appeared on her forehead. This familiar sight immediately told me: her period had arrived. She had always been a bit delicate, and when her period came, it always hurt terribly. She’d always complain and lean into my arms, asking me to warm her belly. I instinctively floated over, wanting to warm her belly for her. Julian, I don’t know when, appeared with a warm herbal tea. “Chloe, drink this while it’s hot. You’ll feel better. What would you do without me, huh? You never know how to take care of yourself…” Julian said, his voice full of concern, as he helped her up and personally fed her the tea. I looked at my own translucent, ethereal hand floating in the air, feeling a little dazed. Had I forgotten something again? Julian kept chattering away as he tended to her. I wanted to slap him. Why was this guy so chatty? So fussy… But then I remembered, I used to say even more than him. “Chloe, your time of the month is coming up! Drink fewer cold drinks, eat fewer snacks! Especially ice cream—” I peered over the computer screen to see a petite figure sneaking away from the fridge, a chocolate ice cream in her hand. “Chloe! Put that thing back where it belongs, right now!” I couldn’t help but roar. Chloe immediately stopped, looking all pitiful, eyes glistening with tears. “You don’t love me anymore! You said you’d be good to me forever, and you won’t even let me have ice cream?” Ah, here we go again with that routine. I stared at her, not angry, but smiling instead. “Just one bite, don’t push it. You know how much it hurts you every month. I don’t want to nag, but… I’m just worried you’ll be in pain, okay? When you hurt, you cry, and when you cry, I have to comfort you, and then I worry you’ll cry your eyes out or tire yourself…” I prattled on, my words like a machine gun. See? Not one bit less than Julian.
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