After I Died, I Ended Up Living with My Ex-Boyfriend Chapter 2

Deep into the night, Caleb drank himself into a stupor and passed out on the couch.

His brow was furrowed, and he was muttering something I couldn't quite make out.

I leaned my ear closer.

"Elara... don't go..."

My non-existent heart ached. Ghosts don't shed tears, not literally. But his words made my very essence feel like it was unraveling.

Well, well, Caleb. So you haven't forgotten me after all.

My courage grew, and I floated to his side, curling up next to him just like I used to.

I couldn't touch him, but I could smell his familiar scent, just as it always was.

I stared at his sleeping face, extending my translucent hand to trace the line of his eyebrow, his eyelid.

As if possessed by a sudden urge, I leaned down and brushed my lips against his.

They were cold, utterly devoid of a living person's warmth.

We never got a proper goodbye when I was alive. Consider this my last, silent farewell.

He seemed to sense something. His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Our gazes met.

My ghostly form instantly froze.

He... he saw me?

His eyes were hazy, still clouded by alcohol. He looked in my direction and reached out a hand, as if trying to grasp something.

"Elara..."

My heart leaped into my throat.

But the next second, his hand dropped, his head lolled, and he sank back into a deep sleep.

A crushing wave of disappointment washed over me.

It was just drunken ramblings.

I sighed, settling down beside him.

"Caleb, you know what? I regret it. If I'd known this would happen, on the day we broke up, I wouldn't have been so stubborn. I would have held you, begged you not to leave."

"But it's too late for anything now."

"You have to live well, for both of us. Find a good girl, get married, have adorable kids. Then, slowly, forget about me."

As I spoke, my ghostly form seemed to grow fainter.

*Forget about me.*

Those three words stung more than the thought of simply fading away.