Today is Qixi, and on the seventh anniversary of our relationship, my girlfriend left me to see her childhood sweetheart, the boy she grew up with.
She said, “I never cared about all these silly holidays anyway. It’s not like anyone’s going to die.”
But she didn’t know that I died three months ago.
I should have been reincarnated by now, but I couldn’t let go of her, so I lingered in this world.
Today is my final day among the living.
