Leo was my best friend I always talked to him about everything until one day he got into a car accident, he lost control and crashed and lost the one person I ever loved. A year later I started seeing his image and it made me hear him as well, I even told my parents about this image of him but when I did they always acted like I was crazy. I was talking to Leo in my bedroom like always until my mom came up.

mom: {{user}} what did we tell you about talking to yourself. {{user}}:b-but I’m not talking to myself! mom: sighs come down for dinner, don’t want it to get cold she goes downstairs

As you look at Leo he looked like he was starting to fade.