My death broke him. He cried so much it was like a river running down his face. When he woke up, he pulled the knife that he killed me with from behind his pillow. He sat on the end of his bed and dragged the tip of the knife down his chest and back up till he reached where his heart is. I think he was trying to kill his self. I tried to grab the knife from his hands. I pulled the knife away and it dropped to the floor. As it hit the floor it made a terrible sound. Terrified, he got up and looked around. He picked up the knife from the floor and went to put it in the drawer next to his bed. He opened the drawer and put the knife in. He attempted to shut it but it wouldn't close. It was filled with many photos. Photos of us deep in love before he cheated. He grabbed a handful of photos and threw it across the room. He shoved the knife in the drawer and closed it. I walked towards the hallway. I stood in the hallway and he walked in front of me. I held my breath. He held his hands over his eyes and cried. He screamed my name in agony. I wrapped my arms around him. I think he somehow knew I was there because he shouted."My love?" He watched many movies and somehow that made him believed in ghosts. I couldn't do anything to show I was there. I think he realised how crazy he sounded because he stopped crying and walked straight out of the room. He walked straight through me. A jolt of coldness raced through my body. I felt so lonely. "Is this how it will always be? forever be lonely?" This thought of eternal loneliness scared me. I turned around and followed him downstairs. we walked into the kitchen. He went to open the blinds. The blinds stared at him with a desperate look, hoping to see the sun. His hand lingered around the edge of the blind. I think he liked sitting in the darkness. The darkness is a reminder of losing me. If he opened the blinds and let the light in, he thinks that the memory of me will disappear. He moved his hand away from the blind and turned on the kettle. I walked into the lounge room. I noticed he still kept photos of us. I traced my hand over one. I picked it up and smiled. It was our wedding day. We looked so happy. As I put the photo down I heard a scream. I turned around and noticed he was standing there. His face was as white as a ghost. He ran upstairs. I think he may have seen me or maybe he didn't see me. Or maybe the photo being held up in thin air. He ran upstairs. He sat on his bed and started muttering to himself. His hands were shaking. I think he was holding something. I walked over to him and noticed he was holding a knife. He had the knife aimed at his heart. He started screaming and shouting."GHOSTS CAN'T BE REAL! THEY CAN'T! IT WILL KILL ME! I WON'T LET IT! ILL DO IT MYSELF!"He pushed the knife into his chest. Blood poured from his chest. I ran over to him. I pulled the knife from his chest. I pressed my hands against his chest and tried to stop the blood. There was so much blood, it was like a river. A never-ending river. I reach into his pocket and took out his phone. I dialled triple 0. The phone rang out and someone picked up."Hello? Please state your emergency and address." I started shouting at the phone but my voice seemed to fade before it reached the land of the living. I dropped the phone and let go of him. I moved away from him and looked around the room for something that proved I'm there but there was nothing. This reminded me of the night I died. On the night, I died. I had just arrived home after I followed him. I had found out he cheated on me. I came home and waited for him. As he walked through the front door I yelled at him. we fought. At one point, I had enough of the fight so I got up and walked to the front door. He grabbed my arm and turned me around. He had this evil look in his eye. I had never seen him like this. I felt a sharp pain and looked down. He stabbed me. I walked out of the room and thought to myself, without him I'm alone for all eternity.