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I can see spirits. No, I can't see ghost and ghouls, or demons and witches. I see spirits. When I see a spirit, I see someone on the verge of death.

I see there souls leaving their bodies, drifting up to heaven or hell. Some souls linger around their bodes. Those spirits either don't want to face death or have a chance to escape it.

Everyday I see at least one soul soaring in the sky. Either floating to heaven, or sinking to the depths of hell.

On days I visit my ill husband, I see at least five spirits drifting away, and ten or fifteen lingering. I''m lucky I haven't seen his soul yet, but when that day comes, I won't be able to take it.

He's the only one who knows what I felt, because he's the only one I've ever trusted enough to tell. He always comforts me when I see someone about to die. He always embraces me tight and whispers loving words into my ear.

It was all I could ever really ask for, his love. I only needed him to survive this world full of life and death.

When he told me about his illness, I wasn't scared at all. I wasn't scared because I couldn't see his soul, but I didn't know. I didn't know that in a couple of months, I would see his soul lingering by him.

When I walked into his hospital room that day, I burst into tears, and he knew why. But this time, there was no comforting, no loving words whispered in my ear. All he did was smile softly and say "I'm sorry."

I didn't know why he said that, but I figured it out the next day.

I knew he was gone when I saw his body laying there on his bed. There was a grayish aura surrounding him, meaning that his soul already left him.

I cried for what seemed like forever. When the doctors took his body away, I felt like I had lost everything. One blonde male nurse handed me a note.

It was a beige envelope, with the name 'Mikan' neatly written on it in a crimson ink. Crimson ink. It was from him. From Natsume.

When I opened the letter, I cried even more, if that was possible.

I now knew why he was sorry. It was because he wasn't strong enough. He wasn't strong enough to save himself from the spirit that claimed his life.