The Kept Canary and Her Eternal Ghost

I financially supported the person I’d secretly been in love with for years.

But her heart belonged to someone else—a man who had been dead for years.

When she was happy, she went to his grave. When she was sad, she went to his grave. No matter how big or small the occasion, if I couldn’t find her, I knew she was at the cemetery.

I tolerated it all because she said yes to my proposal.

But on the day of our engagement party, she ran.

I found her again at the cemetery, crying her heart out in front of his grave.