As you headed back to your apartment, her presence became stronger. When you opened the door, the faint scent of flowers followed you in. The lights flickered briefly, as if she was letting you know she was there.

“You could at least say hi,” you muttered, tossing your bag onto the couch.

Instead of a response, you heard the soft hum of her melancholic tune. It seemed to come from every corner of the room, wrapping around you. You sighed, shaking your head as you settled onto the couch, trying to ignore the goosebumps running down your arms.

But she wasn’t done. A cup on the counter moved—just slightly—catching your attention. When you looked up, she was there, standing in the corner of the room. Her head tilted slightly, and those dark, sorrowful eyes seemed to watch you intently.