"It looks like you're having a bit of a romantic encounter today."
I rolled my eyes at him with exasperation.
I thought, "What did he know of romance? My love had withered away."
"Here it comes." His eyes lit up.
The door swung open with a key.
It wasn't a romantic encounter that arrived but a calamity.
It was Max.
"What are you doing here?" I asked impatiently.
"Kathy, I..."
"Don't call me that. It repulses me."
"Kathy, I didn't know you were wealthy. She promised me 100,000 dollars, and I was blinded by the prospect of marrying you sooner. I don't love her. I have no feelings for her. I only love you. Kathy, please forgive me. Please give me one last chance."
Max pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears.
The onlooker, or rather, the ghost, chuckled.
Yet, I only felt a deeper revulsion.
"Once unfaithful, always discarded. This house's lease expires in a year. Return after I've left tomorrow. I don't wish to see any refuse in my sight. Thank you."
With that, I closed the door.
"Kathy, please..."
Max seemed unwilling to relent, and his knocks and shouts were persistent.
I felt only weariness and thought, "Why had I ever fallen for such a person? Was it because I had spent so long among the dead that I could no longer discern the living clearly?"
My lingering fondness for Max vanished in an instant.
The ghost, Scott, beside me stretched and sneered, "How dare you harass my Kathy? I'll teach you a lesson."
"What? What does he mean?" I exclaimed.
