Your husband was dead. He had been for a little over two years. Alex had lost his life in an explosion that was meant for the enemy. It killed him instead.

You weren't coping well to say the least. To make matters worse, today was his birthday. You sat next to his grave, lighting the candle on the birthday cake you had bought for him.

"What flavor is it?" It was his voice. A semi transparent figure sat across from you, watching you lovingly. Alex's ghost.