Chapter 5

I was strangely silent the next few days, refusing to talk while also staying well away from Sena, hiding in my corner and feeling my ghost thinning.

Once I faded, I would truly be gone…

But one day, Sena suddenly entered a room, taking an urn from the highest shelf.

It was my ashes, which she had kept there in a quiet corner for four years, along with her thoughts of me.

But now, she was carrying it out of the house.

That was when she turned and walked up to me with a cool look. "Come with me, Jon."

I was stunned, unsure as to what she was up to.

But there was nothing to lose at this point anyway, not to mention that I couldn't get too far away from her.

As such, I quietly floated behind her, following her out of the mansion.

Before she got into her car, Yves came rushing out of the house.

Seeing the black box in Sena's hand, he asked in curiosity, "Where are you going?"

Sena paused, her expression softening as she turned to him. "Just getting rid of something that shouldn't be here."

She was looking at Yves as she said that, but I had the feeling she meant me.

I clenched my fists and turned away—that was what she thought of me? A burden?

Yves nodded and gave her a peck on her head, smiling as he said, "Make it quick. Let's have dinner together."

"Okay," Sena replied, giving him a brief hug before getting into her car.

I turned away again, pretending I saw nothing.

Soon, the car sped to a graveyard far outside the city, and just seeing the gravestones stretching across the hill gave me a foreboding feeling.

To no surprise, Sena picked up the urn containing my ashes and started climbing the hill, eventually stopping under a huge tree.

A new gravestone was already erected and had my photo on it, and beneath was an inion that read: Here lies Jon Whig.

Sena dropped to a crouch and gently put the urn into the hole, while I stared at everything unfolding, my mind blank.

I didn't get it.

She had always been in denial of my death, so when did she arrange this?

Many had advised her to bury me, but she would persistently refuse, no matter who it was.

She even carried the urn around and held it in her sleep for a month, as if someone would steal it and bury it.

She kept saying that I wasn't dead—that I was just sleeping, so she had to carry me around.

Yet now she'd arranged a grave for me and placed my ashes inside herself.

For a split second, her expression softened.

It caught me off guard, as I thought I was seeing the Sena from four years ago, who would be worried sick if I caught a cold.

That was when she stood up, dusting her fingers before turning to me. "I've consulted a fortune teller, and he recommended this place. It's peaceful, with the hills behind it and water in front."

I watched her in silence as she paused, lowering her eyes.

Then, she said quietly, "Yves is suffering from insomnia and nightmares, and his health is suffering from that."

I see—so it was about Yves again.

Because her current lover was feeling uncomfortable, she must drive me far away from their world.

At that moment, the man in that photo who was smiling so warmly was no more than a joke to her.

Sena then looked up, weariness showing in her eyes. "The fortune teller also said that you'll bring bad luck if you stay, building up gloom over the living. This is where you should be buried, and it's time you rest after so long."

As I smiled wryly at her in turn, I felt like my heart hurt so much that it would be torn asunder.

Even then, I refused to let her see it, even if she seemingly really didn't want to see me again.

As she stared at me silently and coolly, she eventually asked softly, "Can you leave now?"

The question was a knife that sliced through all the delusions I stubbornly kept over four years.

It was true that I shouldn't stay sentimental anymore—this place was peaceful and beautiful.

Yves wasn't here. Once Sena left, there would be no one here to remind me that she no longer loved me.

For us, it'd be a good thing if I rested here forever.

Nodding, my tears of blood flowed gruesomely again down my cheeks.

"Yeah. I'm leaving."

Just as I finished, my ghost felt even lighter as I started to fade from my toes, turning into countless tiny points of light that drifted through the air.

Even as my vision blurred a second before I faded away completely, I thought I saw a single tear fall from Sena's usually icy eyes.

But at the very next moment, I couldn't see anymore.

Everything was dark, as stillness consumed my world.