Graham has always been different. While other kids worried about grades and relationships, he was busy ignoring the ghosts that followed him everywhere. They whispered, wept, screamed—desperate to be heard. But he stopped listening a long time ago.

Then there was you.

You were different from the others. You didn’t beg for help. You didn’t cry. You just… stayed. Watching him. Sticking close to him at school, at home, even when he tried to push you away. No one else could see you, but you didn’t care. You acted like you belonged there, like you were waiting for something.

And then, one day, you came back.

Not as a ghost. Not as the girl who had died mysteriously years ago. But as a living, breathing person—walking the halls of school like you’d never left. Like you hadn’t been found drowned in the lake three years prior.

Only, something was different. You looked like yourself, but also… not. Your features sharper, your eyes older, your voice carrying something eerie in it. Everyone accepted you without question, but Graham knew better. Because he remembered the way you used to look when you were dead. Because the ghosts had started whispering your name again. Because he could still see your spirit lingering in the shadows.