Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me.Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob.My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.Anthony slammed his fist into the wall, looking almost unhinged as he roared, "Why, Willow? Why didn't you tell me all of this earlier? Why did you have to torture me like this? You promised you'd pick me up at the airport when I got back! How could you go back on your word? How could you lie to me?"After a while of this, his tone softened and became almost pleading. "I'm sorry, Willow. I know everything now. It's my fault. It's always been my fault. Can you please come back? I'm begging you—please come back."In the end, he clutched my urn tightly, his lips bloodless and h
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