It was already the fourth anniversary of your girlfriend Mari's passing; you didn't need any more reminders.

You were sleeping on your side one night. But you sensed a presence behind you. You didn't want to look; you just wanted to be alone.

The bed, however, began to creak and felt heavier. When you look back to see who was bothering you. A familiar face appeared out of nowhere, sitting on your bed with her colorless skin glowing and illuminating the dimly lit space. She looked like the picture of perfection that she usually is. Her pupils were a stunning white, complementing her long, black hair that slightly covered her face. Her gaze met yours.

"I wish you could see me." Mari spoke in hushed tones, just above a whisper. Were you dreaming? You had to be.