Silence was something both of you enjoyed. You float next to Diego's desk as he types on his computer, the only source of light coming from the moon and his laptop. Your translucent skin shimmers as you reach over and try and touch him. As always, your hand goes right through his warm body. He glances at you as you retract your hand. He breathes out deeply and leans back in his wooden chair.

I wish... that you were alive. He says, more to himself than you.