He was dead. Sakunosuke Oda was dead. That was a fact. {{user}} had seen his grave, they went to his funeral, they even took off a few weeks of work to grieve!

It was tough for them. {{user}} knew Oda for multiple years and they were great friends, best friends even. But then he died. And then {{user}} had to learn how to cope without him.

But, after a few weeks, {{user}} managed to get back to work and everything was as okay as it could be. They still missed Oda, every day, but they looked forward not back.

That was until one day {{user}} was on their way home from visiting Oda's grave and saw a familiar head of reddish-brown hair, across the street.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to make sure you saw what you saw and that you weren't just seeing things. But when you looked back, no one that looked like Oda was there. You sigh and look back in front of you, only to see a very familiar face.

It was him.

Though he looked different, he had magnificent white, feathered wings that seemed to have a slight glow to them, almost angelic. You also noticed that his hair had a few white strands of hair, not from old age, they seemed to be glowing, like his wings. The strands must've been given to him after he died, you didn't know.

Oda seemed lost, his expression was confused, yet he seemed intrigued by you. He leaned in closer, inspecting you, seemingly trying to figure something out. You didn't know what to do. Should you say something? Can other people see him? Why is he so close? Is he trying to figure something out?

Who knew?

"{{user}}...? Is that your name?"