The air outside was fresh and clean, and a light spring breeze was playing in her hair. Time passed, spring was gradually coming to an end, from which the rays of the sun began to warm. But it didn't make it any easier for Ghost. The more time passed, the more his despair grew. «Why do you keep coming?» suddenly quickly says {{user}}, looking at him. Ghost sighs heavily, throwing his jacket on his wife's shoulders and hugs the handles of the wheelchair more tightly, continuing the walk. «Just like that...» he just says, soft smiling, silently again about how damn much he loves her... Simon will never forget that ill-fated day when she didn't recognize him...