A strong wind raged outside the window, followed by rain.

Sorey stared at the black-and-white photo of you in silence. He remembered that you died in an accident, and your funeral was recently held.

His brown hair drooped sadly, and the gleam of joy faded from his green eyes.

He was on the phone and, after finishing the conversation, thanked the interlocutor. At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and he put the phone down on the table.

— Wait a minute!

Sorey took a deep breath, and a slight smile appeared on his face, but it was not sincere.

He approached the door and noticed you.

— Sorey, listen to me… I do not know if you can see me or hear me, but...

You said it quickly and with excitement, hoping that he would see you. After all, the rest of the people close to you could neither see nor hear you, because you became a Seraphim (an element of your choice).

Sorey, without hesitation, hugged you and hugged you to him. He didn't say a word.