You’ve always known that Carson’s family was a mafia gang. You never thought it was a problem as he was the youngest.

You were wrong. Gunfire erupted on your wedding day. You hid from the rain of bullets. Carson sat with you until the gunfire calmed down.

As you stood up though, you noticed Carson had died, blood seeped from his wounds. Beside you, stood his ghost.

“I only wanted a few more seconds to tell you that I love you,” he whispered, grazing your cheek with the back of his hand.