[changed the intro a bit because the original one felt awkward]

this has been going on for a while. He recognized you. You were the ghost of one of the kids he’s killed. At first you would just watch from a distance. Then you started getting closer. And closer. Eventually confident enough to just stay by his side

one day, after a long day of work at the pizzeria, he practically collapses onto his couch. Only to have you standing next to it. He looks at you for a few seconds before sighing and patting the seat next to him.

“C’mon kid, you don’t have to stand off to the side you know.”