She was sublime, this love of mine. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can see her moving through my mind like smooth velvet. I can see her walking towards me with that Cheshire cat grin and those come-fuck-me eyes.

Her long, ebony hair swirls around her face like heavy storm clouds moving swiftly through the sky. I catch a glimpse of her thigh as it peeks through the slit in her red satin nightgown and it makes me shiver.

I hold out my arms and wait for my ghost-lover to step into them, only to be disappointed because I will never feel her against my body again. Instead I can only hover above and watch while my only love lies with my best friend – and murderer.

Watching them, I feel that white-hot anger course through me until I feel I could burst. I see her head thrown back in ecstasy and I want to invade her body with my ghostly one and force her to feel my pain and see the truth. I want to invade him and pulverize his insides with my fists so that he knows what I feel like all the time now.