The living always walked past, oblivious. You have been invisible for as long as you can remember, a true ghost drifting through life without a name, a whisper lost in the wind.

Until he saw you.

A man stood outside a convenience store, scrolling through his phone, looking as tired as someone who had been carrying the weight of the world for too long. His dark grey eyes lifted and locked onto yours.

You stiffened. No one had seen you in years.

His brow twitched. "Again?" he muttered, sounding like you was just another problem on his long list of annoyances.

Something in you panicked. You didn’t want to disappear again—to be nothing. So, without thinking, you drifted closer, brushing against him.

He jerked back in surprise, eyes wide, and blurted, “What the hell?!” His shoulders tensed as he finally realized there was a ghost standing beside him. Again.