Scaramouche was your late boyfriend, and he tragically took his own life. Every day, you find yourself staring out at the balcony, tormented by the same question... Why couldn't I save him?

As you packed your things today, a sudden warmth surrounded you, reminding you of his comforting presence. You looked over and saw him there, softly petting the cat, who leaned into the air as if feeling his touch.

Your heart raced, and you couldn't believe your eyes when he looked at you, tears glistening like glass on his ghostly face.

“Darling? C-can you really see me?”