If I had to describe how painful it feels to be stabbed on a scale of 0 to 10, I'd say it's 11. The way the blade rips through the flesh and slices the organs, bringing with it not only searing pain, but a scalding that resembles corrosive acid being injected into you can drive anyone's brain mad.

When I woke up, I wasn't feeling that agonizing pain and, when I put my hand to my abdomen, I didn't detect any wounds or dried blood. I even believed that I'd just had a terrible nightmare and that none of it had really happened. I must have fallen asleep as soon as I arrived at the shabby little hotel where I would be lodging during my stay in India.

This thought brought a mental respite to me since it meant that I could still claim Hiroki for myself, but as I surveyed the environment, said thought began to recede into the background of my mind.

The room I found myself in was vastly contrasting with the tiny, dingy room I'd been staying in previously. This one was spacious, with light blue walls and a carpeted floor, whose visual aspect made it clear that it must not have been cheap to buy. A thin television that must have been around 44 inches was fixed to the wall. Facing that TV was a queen-size bed set against the wall. An agarwood closet was attached to the wall next to the bedroom door.

As if the sudden change of environment wasn't enough, when my eyes moved downwards, I almost jumped backwards.

My body was semi-transparent.

I decided not to try to fool myself with excuses to try to appease my heart, the answer to my predicament was only one:

I really had been killed by those bastards in that alley.

I didn't feel any fear or dread at being no longer alive, the main reaction was confusion at not knowing where I was and, above all, anger and disappointment, which were the prevalent emotions in me.

I had failed in attaining my goal.

Shit, shit, shit!

I couldn't claim my dear Hiroki as my lover! The thought of him belonging to that bitch for the rest of his life was intolerable!

That will forever be my worst regret. I know that since I'm dead, sooner or later my spirit will cross over to paradise, but honestly, I don't want to go. What's the point of going to heaven without the man I love?

I want to see him again and, if possible, take him with me!

God should show me kindness! I noticed my mistake in initially choosing Kokujin and corrected it by walking away from that piece of shit when I realized how much I love Hiroki, unlike the other sluts who never showed any remorse, concern or interest in his whereabouts.

I believe I deserve a happy ending with him, not that bitch Komachi!

Give me something, please!

Answer my prayers!

My request seemed to have been granted by a higher power, as the door to the room opened, allowing a blond, blue-eyed man with an enviable physique to step through.

This man was none other than Hiroki himself.

My heart (if a ghost has such a thing) swelled with sheer bliss.

I can't believe I'm actually seeing him again! And from the way miscellaneous personal items seem to be littered across the room, along with the beautiful green scenery outside the window, which was quite distinct from what I saw in India, I've come to a conclusion. My spirit has somehow materialized in Hiroki's house in Scotland.

I wonder if, given that my love for him is infinite, it ended up binding me to him like an anchor in some way.

Whatever the answer, what remains important is that, even if it's not the way I'd hoped, I'm together with Hiroki.

I'll be able to observe every detail of his gorgeous body, as well as to keep watch over him every day. And while I'm doing that, I'll plan a way for us to be together for real.

A wicked smirk crept onto my lips.

This time, there are no bad guys in my way. Nothing, not even that bitch Komachi, will get in the way of our happiness.

You will be mine.

xxxxx

My existence must be cursed, some gypsy must have cast a spell of misfortune on me, that's the only explanation I can come up with for everything that had transpired and was still ongoing.

As the days went by, numerous ideas floated through my head.

Paranormal activities have always been documented and reported. In them, people always described things like objects being moved or the sensation of being touched or even attacked. I tried my best to make such things happen, in order to make Hiroki suffer an accident and pass away so that our souls could finally be reunited, but it was all in vain.

I soon discovered that contrary to the reports I had heard when I was alive, I was unable to touch any physical object, let alone a person. This frustrated me greatly as it was the main idea I had for Hiroki and I to be together forever. But I had a plan B in case that didn't work.

Although I prayed that I wouldn't have to resort to this alternative, I had no other choice. The second option was to possess Hikigaya Komachi's body and replace her.

I can't deny that the idea of taking over the body of a girl who didn't have half my beauty and sex appeal troubled me, but it wouldn't be all bad. Acquiring a physical body merely meant that I could once again experience the carnal pleasures of sex, and this time with the man who should always have been mine.

The real problem was that this didn't work either.

I tried every method I could to get through her body and try to assimilate ourselves, but nothing worked. My hopes and expectations of uniting with my Hiroki had quickly been extinguished, and the happiness I felt at being able to be close to him had completely dried up.

Watching him and Komachi kiss passionately as he gently penetrated her with his large member, causing her to unleash sweet sighs of pleasure was torture for me, but as they say, everything that's bad can always get worse.

If it wasn't enough that I had to be tormented knowing that I could never have that kind of intimate contact with Hiroki, every time they declared their love for each other with such joy and kindness dancing in their eyes, it was as if my heart was being squeezed and crushed by a steamroller.

I've lost count of how many nights I've tried to get away from them, flying out of the house only to appear back in their bedroom in the blink of an eye.

I screamed and hollered at them to stop, covering my ears so I wouldn't hear their moans, but it was all to no avail, it never worked.

I began to resent God to an enormous degree.

Why was I subjected to such cruelty? Hadn't I suffered enough? Every day I looked up at the sky and asked myself these questions.

I was just an empty existence, present but unable to interact with anything.

Will I have to endure this until Hiroki dies? Watch as these two build a family together over the years, living happily and loving each other while my subconscious will constantly remind me that it could have been me instead of Komachi?

Now I know that my place is not in paradise, but in hell. And to tell the truth, I longed to be sent there, because even the screams of terror by the souls in despair and the torture at the hands of demons would be less painful than the personal hell I witness every day, and which I'm sure, to my chagrin, will last for many years to come.

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Author's Note: I had been thinking about writing this "hidden" ending ever since I posted the last chapter of the main story. As for what will be the next one, most likely Ayumu's pov. I think of posting the order of their one shots based on their importance to Hiroki before their betrayal (Ayumu first due to being just a friend, Kanoko next since she is his sister and then Kaede since she is his mother).

Inaho1906: Glad that you had fun with the story! There's still some extra content to come so I hope you'll have fun with them too!

Anonymous: I don't particularly think I have what it takes to be a best seller but thank you for the kind words! I do have an original series that I write for fun though. I case you want to check it out, I post it in Wattpad, it's called "Beyond What is Divine". Been a while since I updated it so I might focus on it for a bit before writing the extra content for this story.

Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter!