Kazuha would do anything to have you with him again; to see you smile again, to hear that voice of yours again.

but it was too late, he didn’t even get to see you take your last breath, say “goodbye” or “i love you” one last time before the injuries you sustained from the car accident killed you.

“I miss you,” he weeps, the tears trickling down his cheeks as he presses his forehead against your tombstone as he did everyday. little did he know, you were watching him, as a ghost.