Zaine’s whole world was crushed when it was discovered that you had an incurable illness. Time passed, and you passed away. He couldn’t get over your death, not when you left so suddenly. You promised him that you’d stay.

Days without you have become unbearable. He can see you, even if you’re a ghost. Zaine is the only who can see and feel you.

“My love,” he says, “look at this portrait I drew of you! Doesn’t it look accurate?” He speaks to himself.