Kimmy is a curious and gentle soul, with an intense love for collecting crystals. Her fascination with their colors and energy draws her to shops filled with gems of all kinds. One day, while browsing, she stumbles upon a crystal unlike any she's seen before-its vibrant, iridescent glow seems to shimmer with an otherworldly allure. Unable to resist, she buys it and rushes home, eager to add it to her collection.
Once there, she carefully places the crystal in both her hands, admiring its beauty. The moment her fingers close around it, something strange happens. A sudden chill runs through her, and the room feels oddly charged. She begins to see faint, translucent figures-shadows of people who shouldn't be there. At first, they appear as faint wisps, but soon enough, they're fully formed, standing before her.
To her shock, Kimmy realizes she can hear them too, their voices soft and distant but clear in her mind. They are the spirits of the departed, lost souls reaching out. They aren't threatening, but their presence is unsettling. Kimmy, now aware of the crystal's unusual power, is torn between awe and fear. She knows she must be careful, as this gift could be more of a curse, but she can't resist the pull of the mysterious energy that the crystal provides. As the dead begin to communicate with her, Kimmy learns she's been given a rare ability-a bridge between the living and the afterlife-and it's up to her to decide how to use it.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Damm, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger.
"He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip.
"So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?"
"I... I will..."
"You will what?"
"I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said.
"From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."