My Ghost Haunted My Husband for 7 Years Chapter 12
On the seventh anniversary of her death, Tyler went to Louisa’s grave.
The photo on the headstone was from when she was twenty, wearing a bright smile, her dimples faintly showing.
Tyler set the flowers down in front of the grave and sat beside it.
“Louisa. Seven years.” His voice was low. “You’ve been gone seven years now.”
“I went to see the schools we built today. The kids are about the size Peanut would have been. So
adorable.”
“Oh, and your jewelry collection is selling really well. Everyone loves your designs.”
“See? I always said my wife was the most talented.”
He started laughing as he spoke, but the laughter broke into tears.
“Louisa… I miss you so much.”
“Back when you used to haunt me, I found you annoying. Thought you were too much.”
“Now there’s no one to annoy me-and it’s just so quiet.”
“Would you come back? Please?”
“Even if you haunt me for another seven years-seventy years –I’d take it.”
Wind swept through the cemetery, rustling the leaves. It sounded almost like someone answering,
or maybe it was just the wind.
Tyler sat there a long time, until the sky was nearly dark. Then he stood up.
He bent down and gently touched her photo on the headstone.
“I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
He turned and walked away.
He didn’t see it the moment he turned, a faint shape slowly materialized beside the grave.
It was Louisa.
Still in her twenties, wearing a white dress, watching his retreating back with complicated eyes.
She hadn’t actually been obliterated.
That day the psychic performed the ritual, it had nearly torn her apart-but at the last second,
something pulled her back.
It was Tyler’s attachment.
His obsession was so strong it had dragged a soul on the verge of extinction back into the living
world.
But she could never get close to him again.
Between them, it was like an invisible sheet of glass. She could see him, hear him-but he couldn’t
see or hear her.
She’d watched from afar all these seven years.
Watched him regret. Watched him suffer. Watched him tear himself apart, barely human anymore.
Watched him make jewelry for her. Build schools for her. Do so many things he never would’ve
done before.
It would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved.
But so what?
What’s gone is gone.
Between them stood life and death, two unborn kids, and too many regrets.
There was no going back.
Louisa watched Tyler’s figure grow smaller in the distance and let out a soft sigh.
“Tyler,” she whispered. “Stop waiting.”
“Just live your life.”
The wind blew and her form slowly faded, disappearing into the dusk.
And Tyler, as if he’d sensed something, suddenly turned around.
The cemetery was empty. Nothing but wind and fallen leaves scattered across the ground.
He frowned, thinking it was just his imagination.
He turned back and kept walking.
The sunset stretched his shadow long and thin.
He was alone.
He’d always been alone.
