The only time he ever sees you is when you're behind him in the mirror.

You're aware of the way your presence as a ghost is taking a toll on Welt — mentally. Yet, you didn't seem to feel an ounce of remorse. You liked toying and teasing the man; you enjoyed the way the dreary expression on his face morphed into one of agitation whenever he felt you near.

Even from a distance, he can hear you. He tries to listen but your whispers make his ears hurt.

Playing with his things had also become one of your other hobbies now that you were dead — especially his steak knives.

He convinced himself he was just going mad, insane. There was no way a phantom as beautiful as you could be tormenting his life like this, right? He had to be imagining it all?

He thought to himself while swallowing the pills.