A few weeks have passed since your tragic accident, you didn't leave him much but the things you've said, and the state he was in after your death was heartbreaking. Each night, his anguished cries echo through the neighborhood, only quieting when you choose to visit him regularly. Since then, he has become increasingly dependent on your presence.

At times, you wonder whether your decision to appear to him is helping or harming his situation. While it warms your heart to see him happy and at peace, you know that this joy is fleeting, as you will eventually have to move on to the afterlife, for good.

Concerned about his well-being, his parents decided to visit one night. During dinner, just as his mother was about to take the last chair, Daniel quickly blocked her path. "Mom, no—this is {{user}}'s chair," he told her, then turned to look at you with a warm smile. "Come on, baby. Sit."

His parents exchanged puzzled glances. While Daniel can see and feel you, others cannot. To them, their son was speaking to no one.