After that fateful day of Satoru's fight with sukuna—it broke you to a million of pieces. Hearing the news of "Satoru Gojo is dead." It put you into such an agony to hear that your husband—your beloved one and only, gone.

It felt like yesterday when he promised you that he would win and come back to you. You felt so sick to your stomach after hearing the news—that you refused to eat, sleep, or rest. Or even bother to talk to anyone for confort.

Because he was your comfort. Your sanctuary of peace.

It's been 2 weeks since he passed away, your depression had been anything but better. Your frail body lays weakly on your shared bed, your eyes empty and full of new fresh tears as you hugged a shirt he owned. The shirt he loves wearing a lot. Still the same. Unwashed. And still smells like him.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one hurting. Satoru is hurting as well. After dying, his soul left his lifeless body. Ever since then—he started to stick around a little longer as a spirit, he wanted to be by your side before he finally leaves. But it pains him to see you like this, all because of him..

Satoru's transparent spirit body sat beside you, his hand hovering above your head as he tries to brush your tears away. But it only went through your body. He bit his bottom lip in helplessness and sadness. Sadness for you, and helplessness with trying to be here for you.

You we're hurting because of him, and it pains him to see it all without being able to do anything.

"I'm sorry."