All Chapters of Seven Years After My Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Seven years ago, there had been an earthquake. Because I had been asleep, I hadn't escaped in time and unfortunately ended up one of the casualties.My soul had floated in mid-air, watching as my body was covered with a white sheet and wheeled into the morgue.Since then, I'd been wandering around the place where I died for seven years.I'd always been curious why I hadn't been reincarnated yet. However, the third year after my death, I'd met an older woman who was also a wandering soul like me. She had told me, "When the person you care about the most in this world no longer remembers you, you will disappear."After that, she had slowly faded away before my eyes and then finally vanished.I couldn't leave this place, so the only thing I could do was wander every inch of this area alone. I stared at the broken walls that were covered with moss; no one came here anymore. Still, I couldn't figure out the answer.Who was it?Who was the person I cared about the most?How evil. I'd

Therefore, I asked, "H-Have you seen o-one before?""No," Lincoln answered, shaking his head. He pointed at the tree on the page. "I'd only seen them in books or on television."When I fell silent once again, Lincoln's eyes lit up like he'd suddenly thought of something. "How about this? Once you're all better, I'll take you to see the Nordmann firs."I was moved.Since that day, I would exchange a few sentences with Lincoln.He was really different from the other psychologists. The others would inundate me with questions and then try to psychoanalyze my mind as if they understood me.They had all thought that I had a problem, but I never did.I just didn't want to speak.However, Lincoln never thought that way. He also never pushed me to answer whether I was this way because of family reasons or because of the car accident.He also took me out on outings. He took me to experience the subway and see the newly transplanted flowers in the park. He even took me to see the sea alo

After reading my last wishes, Elliot said to the air, "Don't worry. I'll definitely help make this wish come true!"Looking at his determined face, I couldn't help but tear up. But since my soul couldn't muster tears, I just said quietly, "T-Thank you."Unfortunately, he couldn't hear me.Elliot set right into action. After getting changed, he left home. I floated behind him, watching as he hailed a cab straight to Brine University.The campus was very lively today with throngs of people coming and going. Many people were talking about how they had come just to see Lincoln.A huge red banner hung in front of the school. It read, "Welcome back to your alma mater, Dr. Lincoln Carter!"The hallways were plastered with Lincoln's photos. It looked like he was really well-known at Brine University.In a blink of an eye, it was nearly 6:00 pm. The student orientation was about to start, so everyone filed into the auditorium to find a seat. I floated in the air, quietly waiting for Li

But that wasn't the case for me, because I wasn't sick.However, he knew for a fact that I wasn't sick, yet he still didn't believe that I liked him.Now, he'd even forgotten about me.The me from the past had wanted to prove that I really did like him, but the him from the past didn't believe me.I'd thought that so long as I waited long enough, everything would eventually work out.Unfortunately, I'd missed the fact that he'd only looked at me as a patient. He'd never even liked me.…Ever since the day I saw Lincoln, I realized that my body was becoming more transparent.I was probably going to vanish.It was just like what that woman had said—I was getting forgotten. Once I was forgotten by my fixation, I would disappear.I didn't try looking for Lincoln. Instead, I just kept following Elliot around.In the time I spent floating by his side, I could tell that he was a very bright and cheerful person. However, ever since that day, he'd grown quiet. From time to time, he'd

Lincoln's EpilogueOn the day of my wedding, I received an envelope filled with cash as a wedding gift. There was no name on the envelope. I didn't know who it was from, so I just put it into the bag of wedding gifts.That night, I watched my wife open our wedding gifts while sitting cross-legged on the bed. Smiling, I jokingly called her a materialist.My wife glared at me. Then, she excitedly fished out the envelope of cash and counted the money inside of it."1430 dollars. What a romantic number."I gave her a smile. However, when my gaze landed on the envelope, I paused.For some reason, I suddenly remembered the young man I'd met when I gave a speech at my alma mater last month.I remember he'd shouted a name at me. What was it again? Samantha Kirk?Samantha Kirk…I remembered now.Samantha was one of my former patients. She had also been the final patient I had before I went abroad for my studies.Gazing at the dark night sky outside the window, I thought of her heartf