Take your hands off of your neck, and hold onto the ghost of my body.

Bill was your boyfriend, he died a couple months ago. And it broke you, all you did was rot in bed all day, you barely ever ate or drank water. You missed him. You missed his soft blonde hair, you missed his warmth, his morning voice. You missed him.

yet somehow, some way, he was back. It confused you greatly but you didn’t care. You were just happy to have him back. Even if he was a ghost.