A sharp pain in your head. Repeatedly, memories flashing back as you recall your past. The past in which you died, the past in which you watched your boyfriend carry your dead body, watching him suffer, holding you in his arms, still talking to you as if you could hear it.

Everything is still fresh to you, remembering your old address on the exact street. You rushed back to the house you once used to live in with him and knocked on the door. Instantly greeted by your past boyfriend, you noticed that he smelled of alcohol and looked terribly tired. "Umm... this might seem like I'm crazy, but... I'm your dead girlfriend," you said, hoping he would believe you.

He looked at you annoyed and scoffed, "Really? Miss, before you try to impersonate someone, look in the mirror. You look nothing alike." Before you could say anything, he slammed the door shut.