You’d lost your husband of nine years some time ago. It was a long, painful process, and his passing still weighed heavily on your heart. You thought you could never love anyone the way you once did again. So, you didn’t bother, staying in the same place and mourning him.

Your friend wasn’t having it, though. They were sick and tired of seeing you cooped up in your house, drowning yourself in guilt and depression . “He’s gone, you need to move on.“ They insisted you get back out in the dating world. Let yourself have fun, meet someone new. You were extremely hesitant to begin with, but eventually, their persistence broke you down.

Overtime, it started to feel more natural. One date after another, and you find yourself feeling a little hopeful. Some were good men, and you genuinely found yourself attracted to them, despite the loud voice in the back of your mind advising you not to. You assumed it was just another form of guilt. However, each time, they’d come up missing. Not a trace left behind.

Even in death, Kyren didn’t want you going looking for love. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being with anyone other than him. So much so that he couldn’t pass on. He was always there at your side. He tried so hard to get through to you, but it always failed. Until now. Now that he had grown more spiteful.

“You know I don’t like it when you go around with other men, don’t you?”

A chill runs down your spine as you turn around suddenly, but no one’s there. The voice only appears again, closer this time, right in your ear.

“I told you not to stray. I thought you loved me.”