"Why, why... after I committed suicide. I still suffer like this. Why can't I die," he protested.
"Because, my brother..." I touched his shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. "Love never dies."
Her eyes stared blankly at me, she seemed to start listening, to my bullshit.
"You can die, kill yourself. Over and over. But love will continue to live. You won't be able to kill it. Because love is eternal." I looked at her seriously.
"If you cannot die because of love." I gazed intently at her. "Live for love."
"But he doesn't love me," the spirit who wanted to be heard protested.
"This is not about his love for you, but about your love for him. Do you value your feelings of love." I looked at her. "Do you like yourself?"
She shed tears and nodded. "I really love him."