Chapter Nine

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He sat down on the grassy meadow, setting down the bouquet of roses for her. The pecefulness of the meadow made him forget everything in his mind; it's just him and her now.

He brushed away the twigs that were scattered on her tomb and lit up a candle.

"Hey," he said. "I miss you so much." he added, sounding melancholic.

"I miss you too." She replied back. His head darted from left to right, finding where the voice came.

"Elisa?" he called.

"I'm just right here, you silly." She said and found her sitting right behind him, a wide smile plastered on her face.

"A-Are you real?" He said, trying to touch her, but failed. "Why I can't touch you?" Tears started to flow out as he tries to touch her once more.

She latched her hand on his cheek and he felt it...he felt everything.

"Please, stop it." She begged. "Stop ruining people's lives."

"They ruined ours, so why shouldn't I do the same?" He snapped as anger rushes in his veins. "I'm not gonna stop until I've gotten what is ours."

"Honey," she said softly and attempts to kiss him. "You don't understand."

"They don't understand us."

"You're still the stubborn little man I married. You never changed." She chuckled, making her husband stop talking. She shook her head and grabbed his hand.

"Don't go and leave." He pleaded. His expression matches hers as she slowly disappeared in thin air.

He jolt awake in the room, his face full of sweat and his heart pounding violently. It was all a dream. He thought it was real.

The sight of his captive spooning on a pillow caught his attention.

And then he wondered...

What can you do for me?

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