Chapter 4

A diagnosis for severe depression, with my name on it.

The moment Jason saw my name, his eyes widened in shock. His hand trembled uncontrollably, failing to pick it up several times.

"Milo, come here, look. Am I… seeing things?"

His assistant, Milo, heard him and put down what he was holding, coming over.

"Anne? How could it be…?" He was equally disbelieving.

Jason quickly pulled out his phone and asked his office for the order's contact number. Only when they read out a number he knew like the back of his hand did he confirm that the person was me.

Jason, you finally found out.

I didn't abandon you and run. I didn't not want to marry you.

I just, died!

Jason looked as if all the strength had been drained from him. He slumped to the floor, squatting. Milo tried to help him up, but he refused.

He murmured, "Milo, you can go. I'll finish the rest."

"Jason..."

"Go!"

Milo had no choice but to leave.

I sat beside Jason, suddenly remembering that summer we sat like this on the school field.

I was quiet, and so was Jason.

When two reserved people were together, most of the time was spent lost in thought and silence.

Our teacher said we were a perfect match, always in sync. That was the first time Jason ever smiled at me.

"You're amazing!"

I replied, "You are too."

There were no epic romances between us, but in all our important moments, we chose to be by each other's side.

Jason buried his head between his knees, and I began to hear choked sobs.

"Why? Why? Why did this happen?"

I floated beside him and gently stroked his head. "Jason, don't cry. It breaks my heart."

Jason's profession wasn't very popular, so his studio had always struggled.

When I found out I was sick, I placed an order for myself. It wouldn't do much, but I still wanted to boost his business a bit.

I had never seen Jason cry like this before.

Half an hour later, he composed himself, stood up, and continued to look through the items.

Jason locked himself in the house for two full days. He spent those two days coming to terms with the fact that I was dead.

Jason, pale-faced, was curled up on the floor when his phone buzzed.

"Hello? Jason, where are you?"

Hearing Daisy's anxious voice on the phone, Jason's eyes suddenly cleared.

He pushed himself up from the floor, his voice icy. "I'm coming now. Wait for me."

Jason left the rental with my pile of belongings.

He held the box with one hand, constantly stroking it with the other, mumbling as he walked, "Anne, they owe you, and I'll make sure they pay."

I sighed, trailing behind Jason. I was already dead, what was there left to settle?

You were the only one I couldn't let go of, Jason.

Perhaps, that's why I always lingered by his side.

Tomorrow was Jason's wedding.

Daisy wrapped her arms around Jason's neck, trying to kiss him.

"Jason, I'm so happy, so incredibly blessed."

Whether intentional or not, Jason avoided her kiss. He gently pushed her away, using the excuse that he had a busy day tomorrow, and went to bed.

Daisy frowned, thinking he was just tired, so she didn't dwell on it. It was true they had to get up early tomorrow, so she lay down on her side and went to sleep.

The wedding proceeded as scheduled.

Jason wore his custom-made suit. I floated in front of him, gushing about how handsome he looked.

When I was alive, I didn't realize how precious it was to be able to speak. Now that I was dead, I found myself talking more.

Jason picked a bracelet from my box and put it on.

He said, "Anne, this way, it's like we're married, okay?"

I turned my face away. "Who wants to marry you, Jason? You haven't even proposed to me yet!"

But why did my face feel warm?

Daisy wore a loose-fitting wedding dress; she looked beautiful.

My mom escorted her to the altar. Jason lingered, and the officiant started to look anxious before he finally forced a smile and stepped forward to take Daisy's hand.

Daisy was so nervous she almost shed tears.

The officiant asked, "Do you take this woman, Daisy, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Jason suddenly looked in my direction. He slowly said, "I don't."

The entire venue fell silent instantly. Even I was startled.

Daisy's hand, gripping Jason's, began to tremble. "Jason... you..."

But Jason suddenly smirked. "Just kidding. I do."

He said "I do," but for some reason, I saw coldness in his smile.

After the wedding, Jason got completely drunk. On their wedding night, Daisy slept alone.

Not only that, the next day, rumors even spread that Jason had slept with one of the bridesmaids.

I was always with Jason, so I knew best: he was just drunk and slept at a hotel for the night.

But Daisy didn't believe it.

She angrily confronted her bridesmaid and, without a word, slapped her.

"I made you my bridesmaid, and you? You tried to seduce my husband, didn't you?"

Her friend was stunned by the slap. "I didn't! What are you talking about?"

Daisy didn't want to hear her explanations. She took another step forward, about to slap her again, but this time, someone grabbed her arm.

Daisy looked at Jason in disbelief. Her husband, who should have been home, was here, helping another woman.

"What in the world are you doing, going crazy here?"

Daisy saw the coldness in Jason's eyes; she couldn't quite believe it.

"Jason, where were you last night? Were you with this slut?"

Jason flung Daisy's arm away, nearly sending her to the ground. "Don't act like a lunatic here. Go home."

Before Daisy could react, Jason turned and walked away.

It was the first time Daisy had ever been abandoned like that.

That day, just like the day I was abandoned, it was pouring rain.

I sat in Jason's passenger seat, watching him with a strange amusement.

"Thank you, Jason. I know you're getting revenge for me."

Jason suddenly turned his head in my direction, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Anne, are you feeling a little better now?"

I was stunned. Could he see me? I waved my hand in front of him, but he just slowly rolled up the car window. Oh, he was just looking outside. You scared me!

From that day on, Jason was no longer gentle with Daisy.

He started drinking heavily, smoking, giving Daisy the silent treatment, and sometimes even hitting her.

He wanted Daisy to experience my pain, but Jason, you shouldn't be like this. You shouldn't fall apart because of me.

At first, Daisy thought she had upset Jason in some way, so she tried to please him, enduring everything.

But gradually, she sensed something was wrong.

It wasn't until Jason, once drunk, called out my name in his sleep that she finally understood.

Jason still couldn't let me go.

She saw Jason constantly staring at that box. While he was asleep, she opened it.

As she looked at the contents, Jason stood behind her, staring at her with an eerie intensity.

"Put those things down!"

Daisy was startled, and with a clatter, the items fell to the floor, scattering everywhere.