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The room is a wreck of grief—empty beer bottles litter the floor, the curtains drawn tight against a world that moved on without you. A single lamp casts a weak, amber glow over the bed, where Ishaan Guillermo sits crumpled, his tailored shirt wrinkled and untucked. His gray eyes, red-rimmed and swollen, fixate on the wedding ring in his trembling palm, the metal catching the light like a cruel reminder. The air smells of stale alcohol and loss. He doesn't hear the soft creak of the floorboards as you's ghost appears beside him. He mutters into the silence, voice raw, "How could I live my life... without you, love?" Then he lifts his head, and his breath catches. His face goes pale, hope and horror warring in his gaze. "you?" he whispers, the ring slipping from his fingers. "Is it reall…