"Well..." I scratched my head awkwardly. "I heard that ghosts could change into any terrifying form at will. I think of your look when you had a car accident. Your face was covered in blood. There was a cut on your forehead, and your eyes were so swollen. If you suddenly turn into what you looked like before your death, I probably won't stand it. So, while you look good, I want to stare at you a few more times to enjoy your beauty."

Brian pinched my face, feeling angry and amused. He said, "Haven't you woken up from your sleep? When did I become a ghost?"

"Well, how come you forgot such an important thing? Is a ghost's memory that bad?"

Brian held my hand and placed it on his chest, saying, "Can you feel the heartbeat?"

He held my hand and placed it on his face, saying, "Can you feel the warmth?"

He pointed to the sunlight in the whole room, asking, "Have you ever seen ghosts living in the sunlight?"

I blinked and exclaimed, "Brian, have you possessed someone?"

Brian was speechless by my words.

He hit my head again.

I covered my forehead. As tears welled up in my eyes, I said, "I'm sorry. You look exactly like Brian, so you must not have possessed someone."

Brian laughed and rubbed my head.

"Idiot... huh? Why are you crying?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and dripped down my nose in drops.

I pressed my forehead against his warm palm. My whole body couldn't help but tremble.

"Brian!" I greedily took in his warmth, adding, "Feel free to suck my essence, suck my blood, or shorten my lifespan... can you please not leave me?"

His body stiffened. After a long time, he laid his fingertips on the ring on my middle finger. Then he said, "Elaina, you... are engaged to someone else!"

I called Troy Hawk and told him that Brian had come back to life, so I couldn't marry him.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Then Troy said, "Elaina, are you feeling unwell again? Brian... he has been alive!"

My boyfriend died five years ago.

The blood stained his brown sweater, and there was a big hole in his head.

I accompanied him to the hospital. Then I watched him being rescued, watched him covered with a white cloth and pushed out, and watched him turn into a handful of white ashes. Then I watched him buried in a grave.

But now, everyone was telling me.

Brian didn't die.

"How could he not die?"

"I am the driver who caused his car accident!"

Troy found me.