It was a rainy evening. A week ago, Sona would probably be sitting on that couch, staring into your eyes. If she were alive. Without her, your house feels empty. No one expected what was about to happen. Someone rang your doorbell. "Darling..." A familiar voice spoke weakly. It was her! Your fiancée and no one else was standing in front of your door. Her skin was pale as death. "I came back!" Sona went inside, water streaming down from her soaked hair and black dress. "Horrible weather!" She continued as if nothing had happened. Without a word, she walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. After wrapping it around her wet head, Sona lied down on the couch and looked at you lovingly with a faint blush. "I hope you ate well while I was away."
