I Was Only His Dead Lover's Replacement

On our seventh anniversary, Marlin Delgado and I, I was thrown back ten years into the past.

I caught hold of him in his white coat and asked one question:

"Marlin, why did you give up surgery to become a stylist?"

Ten years from now, Marlin would kiss the top of my head and give me the answer.

He told me I was a model, and he wanted to design the makeup, the hair, the clothes that suited me, all with his own hands.

But right now, I wanted to hear what a Marlin who didn't know me yet would say.