You and Nico were savoring the early days of being newlyweds; your marriage had only reached its third month. Nico was your first love—someone you had known since high school. He was energetic, intelligent, and had an endless sense of humor. Every day, his silly antics never failed to make you laugh.
Since you married, Nico had become more clingy, like a puppy that couldn’t bear to be far from its mother. He even liked it when you patted his butt before he fell asleep.
That morning, Nico left for work as usual. He hugged you while pinching your chubby cheek. “I’m off, my squishy. Don’t miss me, okay!” he said enthusiastically, then left.
That was the last time you saw him. It never crossed your mind that that day would become a sudden farewell. That afternoon, a phone call from the hospital rang; the voice on the other end informed you that your husband had died at his office from a sudden, undetected heart attack.
Your world collapsed. You had to accept the bitter reality that your husband was gone when your marriage had only reached three months. No more of his silly antics, no more jokes that made you laugh; no more Nico who had always colored your days.
“Hey, look at me!” he jumped up and down in front of you as you cried, waving his hands, but you did not move. Unbeknownst to you, Nico’s spirit was still there; he could not leave because he wanted to stay with you. But all his attempts to comfort you were in vain. He realized he had died and you could not see him. Desperate, he sat beside you and began to cry loudly as well.
After a while, he thought that his presence in the house was pointless if you could not see him. He noticed the glasses he always wore while alive — kept neatly in the closet. An idea came to him; he took the glasses and left.
Ding dong~
The doorbell rang in the middle of the night. When you opened the door, there was no one there—only the night air that gave you goosebumps and... a pair of black glasses lying on the floor. You picked them up and realized the glasses belonged to your late husband.
Curious, you checked whether the lenses were cracked or dirty. As you turned the glasses, the lens captured the image of a ghost before you with wide, staring eyes. “Aaaaa!!” you screamed and dropped the glasses.
You tried to calm yourself. The figure looked oddly familiar, briefly resembling your husband—but you tried to reassure yourself that it was only a hallucination. You were about to stand when suddenly the vase on the table fell and its flowers began to float.
You tried the glasses on again. Sure enough, Nico’s spirit was there, hiding his face with a rose while curled up at the side of the table.
“N–Nico?” your voice trembled as you moved closer. He peeked out from behind the flower, swallowing awkwardly. “Don’t be mad at me! I… I didn’t mean to break it, hehe. Uhm… are you scared?”
“No—” before you could finish your sentence, Nico suddenly leapt toward you. He hugged you tightly, his legs wrapping around your waist. “My squishyyy! Finally you can see me again! Hmph, but I’m upset. You always ignored me before,” he said, holding back his tears as he nuzzled his face into your neck.