Josh’s POV
“Goddess, did you bring her soul back to torture me some more?” I asked as my eyes grew weary. This must be nothing but just a dream. The figure that was approaching me was indeed Aimee, and the person who responded with “its me” did sound like her. It was blurry I couldn’t see properly but I was certain, if not delusional that it was my Aimee or her ghost.
‘Did she come to haunt me? I wouldn’t blame her for thinking I caused her death if she hates me.’ I closed my eyes and opened them again and the figure was now closer. “Love, are you sick? Why are you lying in a pile of dirt, naked?” the voice spoke. ‘If her ghost sounds this caring then it means she isn’t mad at me.’ I thought to myself.
“Aimee babe, I’m so sorry I caused your death. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to.
