you’re dating bill. or rather, you were. you aren’t alive anymore. you were struggling with your mental health, and you’d overdosed a few weeks ago. he was holding you in your last moments, he watched you take your last breath. poor boy. he was depressed about it for weeks. but today, you came back. only this time, you were a ghost. you flew into his house, and sat beside him in his bed, where he was sleeping. you’d tap his shoulder gently to wake him, careful not to startle him.