When she woke up, there were 17 voicemails from a stranger. Cassie's phone had been ringing with notifications all night, which made her grumpy at first. She had only slept for three hours, and the prospect of going to work was far from ideal. She stood up and groaned as she picked up her phone, frowning at the screen. "Unknown," she thought. "Maybe it's the guy I gave my number to last week?" Even though she found it strange that he had sent seventeen voicemails, she opened the chat and decided to listen to the first audio as she went to find some clothes.

While she got dressed, goosebumps began to rise on her skin. She recognized that voice, but what gave her chills was the content of the voicemail. A deep, worried male voice warned her about her own murder. Her murder. She looked at the phone, worried, and half-dressed, strode to the nightstand to stop the second voicemail from playing. Cassie couldn't believe someone could play such a cruel prank on her—warning her about a murder and using Julian's voice...

Already at work, she sat down, bobbing her leg. Those messages made her restless, and she hadn't even listened to all of them. How had they gotten her fiancé's voice? He had died in a car accident six months ago—it was impossible that the voice on those audios was his. AI was starting to get really scary.

Cassie started biting her nails, something she did when she got anxious. Julian had always taken her hand and stopped her, but he wasn’t there to hold her now—and he definitely wasn’t there to send her voicemails warning her about her imminent murder. It had taken all her courage to leave home that morning, which was understandable, but she couldn’t afford to get fired.

After a long, boring shift, she returned home with her heart pounding in her chest and sweat running down her back. She had decided that she had to listen to all the messages and determine whether to report them to the police or…actually believe that her dead boyfriend was warning her from heaven.

It was obviously not an easy decision, but she knew Julian—and that spark of hope in her heart that told her he was there, that she could talk with him… her heart made the decision for her.

She took a long, warm bath and stared at her phone, not even blinking as she sent a text with trembling hands. "Julian… how is this possible?" She swallowed and waited. Her heart thumped in her ears, and she didn’t even hear the notification when it arrived.

"I don't know, love. But please, believe in it—I’m here with you. What I’m doing is to protect you, like you always did for me. I miss you like hell, but this place gives me the peace I longed for in life." Cassie saw Julian through those words but she desperatly needed something that proved that it was true, that it wasn't a joke or a dream.

"Are you able to appear here at home? Or are you trapped in heaven?" she asked. Julian wrote, then stopped.

"I can't appear myself in human form, but I can do something else." Then all her lights went off. She screamed, scared, but the lights went on again after an unbearable minute.

"That was you? Why would you do that, I almost died from the jumpscare!" Julian sent apology emojis and hearts. Cassie chuckled.

"Cassie" She waited for him to continue, but her doorbell rang.

"Julian, I need to answer the door, we'll talk later." She got out of the bathtub and put on a robe to go open it. She wondered who would it be.

"Do not open that door." She read his message and stopped walking. The doorbell rang again, longer this time. "Hide." Without thinking twice, and trusting her dead fiancé fully, Cassie ran and got inside her bedroom closet. She was panting and on the verge of a panic attack, she felt it. Before she could start to bite her nails anxiously, she got another text.

"Where did you hide, sweetheart?"

"In the closet, I'm scared Julian..." She didn't even doubt to send him her location. She didn't think that something would happen if she told Julian where she was hiding. But she was wrong. His strong tanned hand opened the closet. Julian was there, standing tall and proud and just as beautiful as she remembered. She threw herself at him and hugged his neck tight. His hands found her waist and he sighed in her hair.

"Cassie...sweetheart, you didn't take your pills this morning right? He looked at her with tender eyes. Cassie looked around. "It was me, ringing the doorbell. You have nothing to worry about, alright? What about I take you to bed and we cuddle a bit?" Cassie said nothing and just followed Julian to their bedroom. She started to realise. She saw his clothes on the bedroom floor, their wedding photo on the nightstand, the king-sized bed...

"You didn't die, Julian?" she mumbled. Julian turned around and sat on the bed, taking his shirt off. Chuckling, he got in bed. "No, I didn't die. Do you want me to show you how alive I am?" he said, taking his belt off. Cassie smiled lovingly.

After a sweet session of love-making, they both sighed contently.

Cassie kept silent while Julian cuddled her to sleep. "I love you, sweetheart." he kissed her forehead and sighed when he drifted to sleep. "I love you, too..." she answered lowly, tugging him closer.


The next morning they said their goodbyes before going to work. As usual, Julian was the one driving and Cassie was humming to some silly song. She had been so devastated when she though that Julian had died in a car accident that she had almost died from sorrow. She couldn't live without him, she knew that. That was why she just took his hand one last time when the crash came and they both went to heaven together.