The rain lightly tapped on the window, once, twice, rhythmically knocking.

Sitting by the window, I watched as little water droplets splashed on the ground, one after another.

I went to the bookshelf and opened a dusty, yellowed book.

This was the old me, pure and happy, but everything changed after I fell in love with that man.

I don’t know what kind of magic he used to make me fall for him. Ever since he gave me a love letter, I was captivated by his literary talent. Perhaps this is the downfall of an artistic woman, unable to resist the allure of beautiful words, falling into the trap he set.

In any case, we were together. While I was envisioning a bright future and sharing my dreams with him, he said, “Alright, whatever you say.”

I thought I was the happiest woman in the world. I fell asleep in his arms with a smile.

But when I woke up, I found my corpse lying in the courtyard. Overnight, I had become a ghost, a wronged female ghost.

Those with too much resentment can’t reincarnate, so I could only wander around the place where I died.

My mind was filled with hatred. I wanted revenge, to make that heartless man suffer and die.

I saw him in the courtyard, chopping my corpse with a knife, muttering, “You love her, do you? Keep loving her now.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, but he was going to die soon anyway. I would ask him then.

I followed him into the house. He started throwing out everything related to me. Did he hate me that much?

I blew at my photo, and with a crash, it fell off the table, shattering the frame’s glass.

He jumped in fright, quickly picking up my photo, but I clearly saw his maniacal laughter.

He said, “You deserved to die, you really deserved to die, daring to seduce him while I wasn’t around.”

He must be mad, I thought. Yes, he was mad. How else could he have killed me?

Alright, let me end your troubles. I reached for his neck and applied pressure.

Facing the sudden difficulty in breathing, he started to struggle, his face contorted, his eyes bulging. But then he started crying, apologizing, saying he deserved to die, and begging me to finish him off quickly. His eyes changed to the ones I was familiar with. I quickly released him.

He asked, “Is it you?”

“So what if it is? I’m already dead.”

He said, “I hurt you. I shouldn’t have liked you. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with anyone because everyone I love dies.”

He said he was a monster. Another person lived in his body, who was madly in love with himself and wouldn’t allow him to love anyone else. He remembered loving a puppy when he was young, holding it as he slept. But the next morning, he woke up covered in blood, and the puppy’s mangled corpse was beside his bed. His family was terrified, but after watching the surveillance footage, they all fell silent because it showed only him, killing the puppy with a knife.

From that incident, he learned about his condition and never dared to love anyone again. He had thought about suicide countless times, but whenever he had such thoughts, his other personality would appear and stop him. He said his life was worse than death.

After treatment, his condition improved, and that personality hadn’t appeared in many years. So this time, he bravely approached me. But he loved me too deeply, and his other personality sensed the threat and emerged to kill me.

I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The person in front of me was not the one who killed me but the one who deeply loved me.

He said, “Take me with you. If I die, he won’t exist either. Living in such pain is worse than dying and going to a blissful world.”

My resentment dissolved, and I took his soul with me.

I believe in another world, we should be very happy.

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “