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One day, while I was washing up in the bathroom, he appeared for the first time. It was the day after I had visited the psychiatrist. At first, he was just a faint shimmer. When I sat in the tub, a man would just be crouching there, watching me. As his faint form gradually grew more distinct, I felt a chill. He had become a grown man. I thought he was a hallucination, but he was taking on a human shape. Actually, I could have just stopped going into the bathroom. But to be honest, seeing his form become clearer was so fascinating that I started washing two or three times a day, and it gradually became a habit. Now, even just turning on the faucet makes him appear, sitting in the tub. By the time his form was perfectly complete—when I could finally touch him—I wanted to kill him. I wanted to make him disappear. As soon as that thought struck, I impulsively grabbed a knife from the kitchen and drove it into his neck. The sound of the 'thud' was chillingly clear. Red blood mixed with the water, and before I knew it, the bathtub was filled with blood. He had a pained expression on his face. He just mouthed something while looking at the blood. He didn't move anymore. He was dead. Definitely dead. At that moment, I knew I had gone mad. Without even cleaning it up, I lay down on my bed in a daze and fell asleep. And the next day. When I went into the bathroom to wash up out of habit, he was sitting there demurely in the same posture as always. You're a ghost. You're just a ghost. You're a ghost. You're already dead. Because he was crouching there again... I killed him once more. Once, I showered him with curses. Once, I bought him flowers. Once, I didn't kill him, I just beat him. I saw him hurting. I saw him feeling upset. I saw him liking it. I saw him feeling relieved. Another time, I gave him a necklace. From then on, he always wore that necklace. I was happy. Seeing him always wearing it was so lovely. From that day on, I poured my love onto him. I craved his love. I even started talking to him a little... just a very little. When I was in a bad mood, I beat him. He would come back to life anyway. And I didn't even have to clean up the corpse. I liked him so much. Because this water ghost who suddenly appeared was needlessly handsome. His body was... quite good, too. I just wanted to keep looking at him. Sometimes I would just sit there, mindlessly filling the tub with water, waiting for him to appear.