Three years after his death, he was stood up at his wedding

In the third year since I passed away, my enemy got stood up at his own wedding.

I was floating around, enjoying the spectacle.

Then, out of the blue, he turned his head.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the space where I was, and his voice cracked as he spoke:

"Did it take all this for you to show up?"

"Go ahead and laugh if it makes you feel better, but don't you dare leave again."

"Olivia, I miss you more than words can say."