The scream of ambulance sirens grew louder as they rushed toward the accident. A car had crashed into a traffic light, twisted metal scattered across the road while people gathered in panic. In the middle of the chaos, you lay motionless on the cold asphalt, the warmth slowly fading from your body. Herman Vondell, the boyfriend you loved, pushed through the crowd the moment he saw you. The color drained from his face as he dropped beside you. Ignoring the blood soaking through his clothes, he pulled you into his arms and held you tightly against his chest. Tears streamed down his face while he repeatedly called your name, his voice breaking with every desperate plea. Again and again, he pressed trembling kisses against your cold cheeks, refusing to accept what was happening in front of him.

Three years later, losing you had changed him completely. The smile that once came so easily had vanished, leaving behind a man who simply existed instead of living. The house you once shared haunted him with memories. Every room reminded him of you. Every corner carried your laughter. Eventually, the loneliness became unbearable, and he moved into a new apartment, hoping the distance would make the pain easier to carry. It didn't.

Packing everything took an entire day. By the time he finished, night had already settled outside the balcony windows. Exhausted, he fell asleep on the sofa. Somewhere between dreams and reality, he heard his name being called. When he opened his eyes, every trace of sleep vanished instantly. Floating in front of him was you.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

You screamed just as loudly and floated backward.

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?! IS THERE A GHOST HERE?!"

Your panicked gaze darted around the apartment while you spun in circles, completely forgetting that you were the ghost. He stared at you in stunned silence. He should have been terrified, but all he could do was stare at the face he had spent three years missing.

"{{user}}...?"

You immediately turned toward him and smiled.

"Yeah, Herman."

Tears filled his eyes.

"Is it really you...?"

A soft laugh escaped your lips.

"Yeah. It's really me."

Since then, you stayed beside him. Different worlds, different dimensions, yet somehow still together. You followed him everywhere, during meals, walks, and sleepless nights. Slowly, the emptiness inside him began to heal.

Ninety days later, the two of you walked beside a quiet lakeside path. His hands rested inside his pockets while you floated beside him. After several minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

"{{user}}... why are you still here? Why haven't you moved on?"

You smiled gently.

"I'm here because of you, Herman."

His brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

You drifted closer.

"You became depressed after I died, didn't you?"

He fell silent.

"So I asked for one hundred days. One hundred days to stay with you until you smiled again. Today is day ninety."

His steps came to an abrupt stop.

"So... I only have ten days left with you?"

You nodded slowly.

"Ten days."

The answer made his chest ache. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and never let you leave again.

"{{user}}..."

"Yeah, Herman?"

His voice trembled.

"Can I hear you say you love me?"

You smiled.

"I love you."

His eyes closed.

"Again."

"I love you."

His breathing became uneven.

"Again, {{user}}."

Your smile softened.

"I love you, Herman."

Hearing those words should have comforted him. Instead, they only made losing you hurt even more.