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You have to remember that you are dead. You must not forget, even for a second.
Your yearning is natural, belladonna girl. You found a girl you can intertwine your fingers with, who lets you breathe out toxins and breathe in the scent of her shampoo. Of course you crave.
But would you have her as the wife of a ghost? Would you see humanity restored and yourself torn from her arms? You have no life to live with her.
Even the loveliest of blooming flowers is ephemeral. You will not cause your beloved to weep over your wilted petals.