Forgetting You is My Best Decision

Clara was still abroad, together with Steve.

Although I already knew from Instagram that they had met, I still felt hurt when seeing it for real.

Fortunately, I was already dead and wouldn't die again.

They were having dinner at a restaurant by the seaside.

It seemed like a romantic vacation destination here. Most customers were couples.

Steve gazed tenderly at Clara.

"Steve, why are you looking at me?"

Clara seemed a bit shy as she spoke, with a hint of coquetry in her tone.

I used to watch her like this.

But one time she got really angry and swept the food I made for her off the floor.

She told me not to look at her like that anymore.

It turned out that my gaze reminded her of Steve.

The violinist in the restaurant probably saw their ambiguous atmosphere and came over.

"Sir, would you like to choose a song for your wife?"

Clara looked a bit awkward and wanted to explain.

But Steve was faster and chose a song, saying it was for his beloved.

Their ambiguous gazes intertwined and Clara agreed.

As the melodious sound of the violin played, the dishes were also served.

I saw minced celery in the dish. Clara was allergic to it.

I waved my hands trying to stop Clara from eating this dish, but now I was just a soul, and no one could see me.

I watched helplessly as Clara took a bite of the food containing minced celery.

Soon, allergy symptoms appeared and Clara couldn't breathe.

An ambulance rushed in the chaos.