On the first day of my death, my boyfriend brought the moonlight home.

I Died. Then I Saw Everything.

The day I died, my boyfriend brought his first love home.

They kissed shamelessly on the sofa I bought, ate the special savory dumplings I’d made, and played on the gaming console I’d given him.

One day, his first love, Celeste, asked curiously, “Where’s Anya?”

Dorian’s voice was calm, “She got into an argument with me a few days ago, then applied for a business trip.”

Oh, he still didn't know I was dead.

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On Dorian’s birthday, I was in a car accident on my way back, and I died on the spot.

My soul floated above, wanting to see Dorian one last time.