''I can see her.....''

Title: "I Can See Her"

I can see her. Mayar, my beloved girlfriend who left this world too soon, still lingers in my life, haunting me in the most beautiful and terrifying ways. It all began on a somber night, when the lines between the living and the dead blurred, and I became the recipient of an extraordinary gift—or perhaps a curse.

Mayar was the epitome of grace and beauty, with her vibrant smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. We were inseparable, sharing dreams, laughter, and an unbreakable bond. But fate had different plans for us. Mayar's life was tragically cut short in a car accident, leaving me devastated and drowning in grief.

In the days that followed her passing, I would often find myself wandering aimlessly through the places we used to visit together. It was during one of these solitary walks that I first glimpsed her ethereal figure. At first, I questioned my sanity, convincing myself that grief had played cruel tricks on my mind. But she persisted, appearing when I least expected it.

Mayar's apparitions were both breathtaking and terrifying. She materialized as a translucent figure, glowing with a soft radiance that embraced her delicate features. Her eyes, once alive with vitality, now held a haunting sadness that pierced through my soul. Yet, her presence brought me comfort, reminding me that love transcends the boundaries of life and death.

Unable to resist the urge to reach out to her, I whispered her name into the void, my voice trembling with anticipation. To my astonishment, she acknowledged me. Though she couldn't speak, her gestures and expressions conveyed a myriad of emotions, ranging from longing and love to anguish and despair.

Our encounters grew more frequent, occurring in moments of solitude and silence. She would visit me at night, standing silently at the foot of my bed, watching over me with a mixture of adoration and sorrow. I would awake, heart pounding, and reach out to touch her, desperate for any semblance of the love we once shared.

But as time passed, the lines between reality and the supernatural began to blur, and Mayar's presence took a darker turn. Shadows would dance around her, and an eerie chill would fill the air whenever she was near. I couldn't help but wonder if her lingering spirit was tormented, trapped between realms, or if something more sinister was at play.

Curiosity consumed me, and I delved into the mysteries of the supernatural, desperate to understand why she remained tethered to this world. Books on ghostly apparitions, ancient rituals, and forgotten lore became my constant companions, as I sought answers that could save her from her ethereal purgatory.

In my pursuit of understanding, I stumbled upon a forgotten ritual that promised a way to release lost souls from their spectral existence. It required a combination of incantations, sacred objects, and a willing sacrifice. The thought of losing Mayar once again filled me with dread, but the prospect of setting her free from her eternal unrest overshadowed my fears.

On the fateful night of the ritual, I gathered the necessary components and prepared myself for what lay ahead. As I chanted the incantations, the room filled with an otherworldly energy, and Mayar's spectral form began to waver. She looked at me, eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow, as if she knew what I was about to do.

With a heavy heart, I completed the ritual, sacrificing a part of myself in the process. A blinding light enveloped the room, and when it subsided, Mayar's spirit was gone. For the first time since her passing, I was truly alone.

In the aftermath, a bittersweet peace settled

over my weary soul. Though Mayar was no longer a tangible presence in my life, I knew she was finally free from the torments that bound her. Our love had transcended the boundaries of life and death, and in setting her spirit free, I had found closure for myself as well.

But the memory of Mayar's presence will forever remain etched in my heart. I still find myself gazing at old photographs, reliving the moments we shared, and cherishing the love we had. Sometimes, in the stillness of the night, I can almost feel her gentle touch, her warmth enveloping me, and I know that our bond will never truly be broken.

Mayar taught me the depth of love's power, that it can endure beyond the confines of mortality. Through her, I learned that even in the darkest corners of existence, there is a glimmer of hope and an undying connection that surpasses the realms of the living and the dead.

So, I carry her memory with me, embracing the joy and the pain that comes with it. The haunting love story of Kuric and Mayar serves as a testament to the unbreakable bonds we forge in this life, and the lengths we are willing to go to protect and set free those we hold dear.

And if ever, in the depths of your own solitude, you encounter a love that defies logic and the laws of the physical world, remember our tale. For love, in all its forms, has the power to transcend the realms of the living and the dead, reminding us that even in the most haunting of circumstances, there is beauty to be found.