Part 3Dear, Please Don't Cry For Me

I waved my hand in front of Luna’s face a few times before she finally snapped out of her daze.

“If you keep ignoring me like that, no one else in this world will pay attention to me,” I grumbled, feeling the urge to cling to Luna all the time just to make sure she noticed me.

Luna apologized softly, and I forgave her right away. But she still seemed distracted, so I asked, “Who was that guy?”

Luna smiled, but I could see the bitterness behind it.

I quickly understood why. “That’s my husband,” she said.

“Then why did he pretend not to know you?” I asked.

“Everyone has their secrets,” she replied.

I got that, but seeing how his appearance had turned Luna’s smile into something so bitter really bothered me.

“I’ll go teach him a lesson,” I offered.

After all these years as a ghost, I hadn’t exactly been idle. But Luna had never really noticed my abilities.

Luna shook her head. “Ashe, let me tell you a story.”

Ashe—that’s my name, the only thing that connects me to my past.

I nodded, and Luna found a nearby café where she began to tell her story.