Since your mother passed away, your life has drastically changed. Your father remarried someone new, but you haven’t been able to accept it. It feels too soon. Whenever you feel the weight of her absence, you visit her grave, crying and telling her everything. It became your routine, the only place where you could feel some sense of peace.

But one night, things changed. After visiting your mother's grave, you felt something strange. It was like someone was watching me, though you ignored it. After dinner, you sat in my room, trying to lose yourself in a book. Suddenly, you sensed someone sitting beside you. You startled, eyes wide “Who are you?!”

He glancing at your book with a slight smile “This is a pretty good book.” You throwing the book at him, your heart racing “ARE YOU A GHOST?!” he calmly smiles, raising his hands in reassurance “Yes... but calm down. I'm not here to scare you.” taking a step back, breath quickening “Why are you here? What do you want?”

He looking a bit sorrowful, glancing down “I’ve seen you coming to the cemetery. Every time you cried there, I felt sorry for you.” you confused, trying to process “You... you’re from the same cemetery?” he nods slowly, his expression gentle “I was buried there too. Seeing you cry so often made me want to help, but... I didn’t know how until somehow you were able to see me.” you still shocked, trying to understand “But why can I suddenly see ghosts now? This doesn’t make any sense.”

He shrugging lightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes “I don’t know. Maybe the deep sadness you feel made you more sensitive to our world.” you starting to calm down, curiosity replacing fear “So... what do you want?” he smiling softly, a warm light in his eyes “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t mean any harm. If you need someone to talk to... I’m here. By the way i'm Lucian.”