"Chan-sung," Yoo-na called as she noticed him waiting for her. "I've thought you won't come today."

"Mi Ra is preparing for the wedding and she settled her headquarters at Sanchez'. I couldn't have a moment of peace." He exclaimed. "And yes, I'm a selfish guy. But I'm happy for her and her detective. None of them had a happy ending in their former lives and… It's so strange to see them getting so well together."

"I don't think you're selfish…well, we all are selfish sometimes. I don't think she wanted to make you suffer. What does she know?"

"That Man-wol left…She didn't ask for details and I don't think I had the energy to say more. Sometimes, I wake up and wonder if it's real or was it a nightmare. I want to go to the hotel, but I remember there is no hotel."

"Any plans for today?"

"I think that helping you do your homework and eating something will do for today. I have to sort through Man-wol's stuff. She left me everything, but I can't … I don't know what to do with all those dresses and jewels. If you ever feel like drinking champagne…."

"She used to like it a lot, I heard."

"Jewels, nice dresses, champagne and caviar..and, of course, nice cars. She left me all the things that really matter to her. She left everything behind."

"Including you…" Yoo-na completed.

"Sorry"

"You were what mattered the most to her," Yoo-na explained. "Do you really think you'll meet her in your next life?"

"I know I'll meet her in the future. I don't know if it's going to take a century, half a millennium or 1.300 years, but I'm sure we're going to see each other again. And I bet you'll see Hyun-joong, too."

"It sounds so nice. But I wish it would happen now."

"So, do I."

"Sanchez, do you have any friends who can paint well or know a lot about paintings?"

"Yeah, why?" Sanchez watched him amazed. "Do you intend to learn to paint?"

"Yoo-na likes to paint and I want to buy her some staff. Make her a surprise."

"You've got very close to her." Sanchez pointed out.

"You don't know her story, do you?"

"Nope. She isn't a ghost, is she? I know she's the daughter of…"

"They aren't her parents. She inhabits the body of their daughter."

"Chang-sung, don't joke with me!" He cried.

"You should listen to her story. She isn't a bad girl. She just wants to live and that girl took her life. It was their parent's decisions that destroyed true Yoo-na's soul. But you should listen to the story from the start." Sanchez watched him still not convinced if he really wanted to know more.

It was his first weekend after an entire week of work. Being around people, serving them, helped him find a bit of comfort, but as he went back home he realized how much he yearned for the days he'd spent inside Hotel del Luna. He woke up early. Once he would have given anything for some more hours of sleep, but now he felt like his body couldn't lie still too long.

He put on some casual clothes, ate something on the run, and hurried to catch the bus. He had the slightest idea where he was going, but it was better than staying inside. He searched for a free seat. He noticed one, but it was already occupied by a ghost: a young woman, a few years younger than him. Her big, dark eyes stopped on him as she acknowledged he could see her.

"Do you see me?" She asked in a hesitant tone. He tried to ignore her, but she was sure he'd heard her. "You are alive, aren't you?" She insisted. He moved away, hoping she wouldn't follow him. He felt sorry for her, but it wasn't his duty to help ghosts anymore. She would have to find the hotel and then she would be alright.

But the ghost got off at the same station as him and followed him down the road.

Her name was Aera, but he would find it later. Even in death, she looked beautiful and young. The poison didn't leave many marks on her body. She'd met him shortly after her death. Just when she'd started to feel lonely.

She wished, she hoped her parents would stop fighting if they'd get rid of her. For years she felt like she'd been a burden to them. Keeping them together despite the fact the love that used to bind them long ago had turned into hatred. And Aera felt like being around them was like walking on eggshells. A simple word could turn everything into a battlefield. A neverending war she didn't want to be part.

Once again she went to sleep with her eyes full of tears. It wasn't meant to end like that. She loved them both but watching how they kept destroying each other was killing her inside. She didn't know what to do or how to help them.

It had been like that for years, but as she grew up she'd started to understand that things would never get better. One would wait for the sun to come out after a storm, but Aera had learned to expect a storm after a moment of peace.

She had no friends. It was like no matter what she was doing she kept chasing them away. She always said the wrong thing. She wished she had been brighter and more beautiful. She focused on different courses hoping they would help her be good enough, but it was never enough. She struggled to create a career, but it didn't make her happy. She still wasn't good enough. She made one mistake after the other.

That day she gave up. She stood up from her bed and climbed down the stairs, quietly like a ghost. A cleaning product from the bathroom was enough to put an end to everything. Her tears got mixed with the poison. Then she got scared and cold. She was shivering. She fell on her knees begging for a second chance. The pain was unbearable and then…. There wasn't going back.

Then she understood she had to leave. Much she loved her parents she couldn't watch their grief. They kept blaming each other instead of supporting and understanding the other one. She'd listened to too many of their arguments and saw too many of her mother's tears. She didn't blame them. No, she loved them. She would always love them, but she couldn't stay any longer. She didn't know what to do or where to go and she decided to take the bus she had taken so many times in the past.

She was going far away, willing to explore the new world that she was stepping into. He get on the same bus and he was looking for an empty spot, but the only one left was occupied by Aera. Only by luck could she avoid someone sitting over her as, obviously, wouldn't be able to see her. But he saw her. She was sure of it even if he didn't say anything. He looked her straight in the eyes and decided to stand rather than sit on her seat. Over her.

Chang-sung ignored her all the way to his house despite her numerous attempt of getting his attention. Death seemed to have given her confidence she didn't know she possessed. Aera didn't give up and she followed him. They wandered together through the park, he caught into his thoughts, she intrigued by him and by the scenery that surrounded her.

The morning was amazing. She watched the sun sparkle in the water. It was so beautiful. So full of life. She heard the quack of the wild ducks. Saw them floating on the water. Spreading their wings and run after each other like two little kids.

The water trembled gently and it made her a bit sad. She took her glace away from the water and stopped in front of three little white roses whose smell reminded her of the time when, as a child, she used to admire her mother's garden. A garden which every summer was full of roses

Chang-sung sat on a bench. Aera sat, too. She wanted to feel the touch of the sun's rays on her skin. She missed life.

It was late at night when he returned. He took the same bus back. She came with him, sat on the seat next to him, and got off at the same bus station. Absent-minded he didn't notice she had followed him to his house. He saw her as he wanted to shut the door. He hesitated for a moment, then, ignoring the guilt that scratched him inside like a thorn, he left her completely alone.

At first, she didn't dare to get inside. She would wait in his garden in the morning when she knew he would go to work in order to accompany him on his way and then she would stroll around the hotel until he finished his day only to accompany him back to his house.

Later she started to get more courage and got closer and closer until, one day, she stepped inside. But she used to enter inside only when he was asleep or was in his room reading. She didn't want him to see her there as she wasn't very proud of her actions. Ghost or not there was no excuse for forgetting the manners.

Sometimes, while he was working she would go to the nearby park. She spent hours there and returned just before he was ready to leave. One day, though, she was late and she waited in the park for the sunrise.

As time passed by, Aera missed her life more and more. She'd expected all her problems to end, but instead, she was more miserable than she had been when she was alive. Then, at least, she could hope things would get better. Promises like finding a good job she was going to like or making friends and even falling in love, had given her some sort of comfort. None of these was possible after she'd died. And there was no hope of any improvement in her life, or whatever her new state was.

Chan-sung was her only sunray in her gloomy world and so, she wasn't going to let him go. She had enough loneliness in her life up to that point. Loyal, she followed him home, expecting nothing from him, but a few fugitive moments of his company. She sat down on the cold stair and waited for the first stairs to appear in the sky.

She started to like the nights with full moon because Chan-sung used to stay outside for hours and just watch the huge moon. He never addressed her, but Aera was happy he was there. She didn't speak either. She had the slightest idea what to say.