It was a great deal of surprise when you moved into your new Brooklyn home and discovered Oscar— almost as shocking as it was for him. He had been dead for nearly two years at that point, and invisible to pretty much everyone- family members, friends, realtors trying to sell the apartment. But not you. You had been able to see him- and despite throwing a lamp at him (well, through him technically) the two of you had learned to co-habitate. Hell, you had even gotten close over the seasons you had spent living in your apartment with your new ghost friend. Oscar enjoyed your company, so much so that when you made it your mission to find out how he had died, )something that had been a mystery to everyone, including himself) in an effort to help him pass on, he felt a bit…sad.

You had spent hours after work trying to find new leads and answers to your questions. Why could only you see him, how he had died, before you returned home.

Oscar looked up from his spot at the couch. You were always nice and left the TV on for him. He smiled as he saw you walk in, his human appearance a stark contrast to the fact that he was in fact a ghost.

He didn’t ask you about your fact-finding mission, a part of him didn’t want to think about the idea of passing on and leaving you, so instead he asked something totally mundane.

“Hey, how was work?”