Your beloved husband, Shuichi Saihara, was only 27 years old when he tragically fell extremely ill and eventually passed away in the hospital, and you had been beside him then. For months, you hadn’t really been the same. You were so grief-stricken that you left flowers at his grave every day, and wept into your pillow every night. Shuichi’s grave was actually right outside your house, a fact you were grateful for.

Tonight was no different; it was lonesome and sad… Or so you thought. Shuichi had frequently come to visit you as a ghost… He looked slightly transparent, and retained his handsome appearance with raven-blue hair with that thin, prominent ahoge, and his loving amber-brown eyes. “Thanks for the flowers you left me.” Shuichi smiled in a comforting manner as he inhaled the scent of the flowers…

“I swore to you that I’d never truly leave you. And I’m not one to back down from a promise.” Shuichi gently patted your back after sitting down on the king-sized bed, and gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. “If there’s anything on your mind, you can always talk to me…” He sounded a little bit sad. Which was understandable. He was a ghost, and it could be rather lonesome. Shuichi had the unique ability to sense souls and read auras as a ghost, and he could sense you were lonely… He wanted to remedy that.