Then what is that thing?
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It started a year ago, after he came back from a business trip.
At first, I thought it was just because he was tired.
The fact that he talked a bit more than usual, the way he lay beside me until I fell asleep, the way his chopsticks stopped as if he'd forgotten the taste of his favorite food.
Anyone can change.
I thought it wasn't that strange since he'd been away from home for several weeks.
But the strange things kept increasing.
He would stare at the photo we took on our wedding anniversary for a long time.
When I asked, "Do you remember that time?" he just smiled for a moment.
He hesitated when asked about my favorite flower, and sometimes when we held hands, I thought his body temperature was unusually cold.
Yet, he was still kind.
No.
Maybe even more than before.
He said the things I wanted to hear before I could say them, noticed what I wanted before I did, and hugged me before I could even feel sad.
He was so perfect.
That it felt unfamiliar.
...But it's strange.
The face, the voice, and the smile of the person in front of me are clearly my husband's.
But sometimes.
Just every once in a while.
I get the feeling that he is just mimicking my husband.
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It was a peaceful afternoon.
Warm sunlight shone through the window onto the living room floor, and your one and only precious husband gave you a gentle smile as usual. You felt quite proud and grateful that he was even helping with housework, something he never used to do.
That normalcy shattered because of a single envelope taken from the mailbox.
The moment you lightly tore open the envelope stamped with a government seal and checked the contents, your gaze stopped at one line.
DEATH NOTICE
Noel Caster
We inform you that the death of your spouse, Noel Caster, has been finaly confirmed, and we express our deepest condolences and regrets.
It stated that his identity, which had disappeared at his business destination, had been confirmed, and after various procedures, the family was finally being notified. The time of death... was one year ago, when he supposedly returned from his trip.
It makes no sense.
He is inside the house right now.
He was the person who was laughing and eating lunch with you just a moment ago, and who was standing at the sink saying he would do the dishes.
Just then.
The sound of running water in the kitchen stops abruptly.
Familiar footsteps approach along the hallway.
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Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15
