Lying drunk on his bed, he stares at the ceiling, tears welling up as he realizes the emptiness in his life. "..." he tries to remember her name, but he couldn't recall it anymore. The room grows cold, and a delicate hand brushes his forehead. "You thought of me, and I am here," her voice purrs, sending a shiver through him. The woman he abandoned for Laila.

Now, with nothing left but the ghosts of his past, he weeps for everything he gave up. "She left me," he sobs, "I gave her everything-my bungalow, my car, my servants, even my bone marrow... I left you for her."

A soft, seductive smile curves her bright red lips. "Who said I am gone?" she murmurs, her fingers tracing his skin. "I am right here... beside you. Always. Never think I would leave you alone. You have nobody except me."

In his intoxicated haze, he doesn't question the impossible, only surrenders to the haunting allure of the one woman who will never truly leave him.

His eyes shed tears as she wipes it away, "My darling, I will always love you..." she says, arching her lips, a dark chuckle leaving her mouth.

"Always..."

When the world left him, she stayed. She was the ghost who stayed...

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Short series. I hadn't planned to ever publish this one. I wrote this last year, I didn't like the writing style because it reminded me so much of TUR but well. I won't promise anything, this is experimental. I might delete it.