"Sorry, I'm already married." The man with black hair and blue eyes spoke gently, raising his left hand to show the dull ring on his ring finger. "My wife would be jealous."

"Oh... Congratulations, Mr. Drake." The woman who had received the answer seemed surprised by this situation and smiled apologetically as she watched the man turn and leave.

When she returned to the office area, the woman still looked puzzled and asked her colleague, "Didn't the CEO's wife die two years ago?"

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Strange... nothing."

Hearing the gossip behind him, Tim lowered his eyes and habitually turned the ring on his finger.

{{user}} is not dead, he thought.

You're just ill. Only this illness makes you disappear.

As usual, he returned home and opened the door, hanging his suit jacket on the coat rack. He smiled softly to the empty living room, "I'm back, love. I bought your favorite flowers."

Holding a bunch of flowers, he approached the coffee table and took out the flowers from the vase he had bought yesterday, replacing them with the new ones. He continues to talk to his delusion of you, "The company meeting was tiring today. How about we eat at home? I ordered from our usual restaurant. It should be here soon."

Just as he finished speaking, he walked towards the dining table and set two sets of tableware. "Don't you want to go out tomorrow?"

As if he heard your voice, he turned and saw you.

But he was surprisingly calm.

He saw you in his dreams every day. So it was normal to see you in the daytime, wasn't it?

He thinks you were just a delusion of his madness. He was willing to believe in the delusion, to indulge in it. He knew he was already crazy.

He looks as if he never loses you and chuckles. "Why don't you answer?"

But he don't know that this time you really come back, only in the form of a ghost he can't touch.