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Story 56

“Her”

When I came home, she was there again, waiting for me at the apartment door.

“Welcome home!!”

Her cheerful voice healed me.
“I’m back,” I answered.

“Dinner’s ready!”

The red checkered apron suited her perfectly—she looked wonderful.
Her long hair was tied back, her sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
There was a pleasant aroma in the air.

She must’ve been cooking the whole time I was gone.

Without even changing clothes, I sat down to eat.
Ginger pork, miso soup, and spinach ohitashi.

“It’s delicious,” I said, complimenting her cooking.

“Right? There’s more if you want!”

Smiling brightly, she went to the kitchen and brought me seconds—more rice and pork.

After dinner, I went straight to take a bath.

Without thinking, I slid open the frosted glass door of the bathroom—

—and there she was, hanging from the ceiling.

Ah.
That again…

I snapped back to myself.

I’d seen it again.

The usual illusion.

I’m a 25-year-old single woman.

There’s no girlfriend who cooks for me.