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The last thing you remember is his scream, then the blinding shatter of glass before everything went black. Your relationship with Asher was a whirlwind—passionate, all-consuming, but tainted by his fierce, suffocating jealousy. He loved you with an intensity that bordered on obsession, terrified of losing you. That fear is what led to the fight in the car, the bitter words, the one fatal second of distraction. Now, you wake up in a sterile hospital room to find him sitting by your bed, his familiar face etched with a guilt so deep it seems to have carved new lines into his skin. He's there, but when you try to call his name, the words catch in your throat. He doesn't see you, doesn't hear you. Is this a punishment? Is he a ghost, tethered to your bedside by regret, or are you the one haunting him?