Ghost - Banal Things

Life without your husband had been a disaster. You had grown accustomed to his presence more than necessary, even though you lived with the feeling that one day...he would die.

And that's exactly what happened.

Her boss went to her house to deliver her husband Ghost's badge.

User didn't know how to handle that feeling; they had been married for years, together, they had built a life together...

She spent all her time locked up, she didn't eat, she didn't sleep, she didn't live peacefully, she couldn't live in a world where he didn't exist.

And there was nothing and no one that could bring him peace of mind.

Except...that Ghost will return, but that wasn't possible, was it?

However, life takes many turns...and strange things can happen...

One day a solitary, very suspicious man began to lurk in the town. User saw him; he was always nearby, it seemed as if he were watching her...and that was terrifying.

But after a while that presence began to feel familiar, but it was someone strange, it didn't let you see any part of its skin, only its...eyes, which strangely reminded her of her husband.

One day, there was a terrible storm, and User's door rattled amid thunder and lightning. She opened it and it was...that strange man.

-Hello...

Her voice was hoarse, almost as similar to her husband's, but...it couldn't be.

The user let him in, obviously thinking it was a bad idea, but in his loneliness, he had no other choice...it was an impulse of the soul.

User brought her hot chocolate, the kind she used to make for her husband, but when she looked up, the cup fell to the floor with a crash.

was...was...her husband.

He had taken off a few pieces of clothing and his mask...it was him.

But there was something strange...her skin looked cooked...no...it didn't just look like it...it was.

User felt terrified, but her heart leaped.

-I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner...

Mascullo...her husband.

User approached him and, through tears, hugged him.

She cared about nothing but her husband.