Shattered Love

Bits and pieces of my body were scattered across the ground. In fact, one couldn't tell what I looked like right now.

My soul levitated in mid-air. I just stared at my body from above.

I didn't feel particularly sad. To me, death was an escape.

I had no idea how long I had been floating around. That was, until Kevin arrived at the scene.

He trailed behind a group of police officers. He was mainly in charge of taking photos of the scene and recording the details as well as communicating with his colleagues.

One of the police officers said, "We discovered some gunpowder at the scene. Perhaps someone crafted this bomb by hand. The thing is, the victim's identity remains unknown for now."

Kevin frowned as he looked at my body.

I could feel nervousness starting to sink in. For some reason, I had this strange desire welling up in me.

Would Kevin feel remorseful if he were to find out that I was the victim?

I stared at Kevin unblinkingly, hoping to pick up on a glint of recognition in those eyes of his.

But Kevin just stood up while maintaining a mask of impassiveness. "I can tell that the victim is a female. Based on the clothing pieces, she was wearing something stylish. You can try checking for missing women who are between ages 20 to 30."

My heart sank tremendously at his words. It appeared that Kevin didn't recognize me at all.

Right… He didn't care about me, so how would he be able to recognize me?

After investigating the scene, my body was taken back to the police station. My soul followed it too. I ended up sitting in the back seat of Kevin's car.

Kevin sat in the front passenger seat. The one who was driving the car was his colleague and best friend, William Knox.

William said, "Kevin, did you switch off your phone? Chief Jacobson was looking for you just now. He had to call me just to pass the message to you."

Kevin frowned instantly. He seemed to have recalled something unpleasant.

"It's because of Michelle being so freaking annoying. I've already warned her not to call me when I'm at work, yet she never listens!"

Although I was already used to hearing Kevin say such things about me, I still felt suffocated when I saw the palpable disgust on his face. It felt as though an invisible hand had just squeezed my heart.

William let out a small sigh. "Kevin, Michelle most likely is just trying to show concern for you. You mustn't get mad at her."

Kevin just huffed coldly without responding to William. Once he switched on his phone, the first thing that popped out was my text message.

My heart went tense. Would Kevin pick up on the fact that I was acting weird based on the message?

But I didn't expect his expression to darken so much. "You call this an act of showing concern to me? She even said farewell to me!"

After that, Kevin called my number. But I could never pick up any of his calls ever again.

Upon realizing that the call didn't go through, Kevin's expression darkened even more. "Fine. Michelle Fairfield, you'd better stay the hell away from me and never come back!"

Once he was done speaking, he blocked my number without hesitation. He never thought about the possibility of me being in danger.

The dull ache, which had been plaguing my heart this whole time, was starting to make me feel numb. I could no longer feel anything for Kevin.

I should've known all these things a long time ago. I should've known that Kevin never cared about me, nor would he ever be thoughtful toward me.

I was already dead, so why was I still hanging on to such unrealistic fantasies?

Just like that, I followed my body to the police station. Soon, Kevin wheeled my body into the forensic laboratory in order to perform an autopsy on me.

Meanwhile, my soul was stuck with Kevin wherever he went. I had to witness him cutting my body open.

For some reason, my soul had to follow Kevin around ever since I saw him. Not only could I move away from him, but I couldn't free myself from this mortal plane as well.