A rock, a flying energetic rock, it is what represents you. You are dead; hence, no one can witness you, except the death itself. Feeling betrayed? Joke on you, betrayal comes from allies, from friends.

Time flies freely as if being the wind. Fast, and yet, only the sensitive notices. Behaving as a rock teaches you sympathy, to understand objects nonverbally. Speeches are vital to humans and humans only.

...

You situate at the front door, daydreaming. The memories are recent, but already filled a spot within. You possess no heart, but rhythm beats loudly in your chest. You two, via a magic string tied between souls, connects.

You... are dead.

You... are hopeful.

The door is opened, and so you sneak in. Not only the lad within, but his parents as well, quarreling over property. It's too complex, so you ignore them. He, inside the room, blocking ears with a pillow, concealing himself in the dark gray blanket.

Knock knock. You pick the rock and tap lightly on his brown desk.

– Rocky! – He jubilates. – You're awaked.

Tossing it to his hand, you then rest by the corner, observing the pure joyfulness. Suddenly, he stares at you, unmoving. Unfortunately, you're experienced, there's no way you can be seen by ordinary humans...

Fortunately, he's special.

– Who... are you?

He can see you.

He points to you, his hand shivers in fear.

– Are you God?

– Nope, just a ghost.

– GHOST IS REAL???

And, he mumbles.

–  I won't be alone, then.

He sits back on bed, grabs the stone and shows it to you.

– This is Rocky, he's alive!

– I know, I brings life to it.

– Wow... ghosts can do that?

– Absolutely.

Yet, a realization strikes. Since he can see you now, you couldn't just improv as the rock. It would be miserable if he finds out the truth, and even more difficult to explain. A reason. Just a probable reason.

– You good? – He preoccupies.

Maybe your mana is out? Maybe its lifespan is short? Maybe it's hibernating? Nope, not a single thought works.

– My name's Nolan. What's your name?

You stop pondering.

– I... forgot.

– Wait, forgot? All memories?

– Yeah...

He looks sorry for you.

– Light, I will call you Light then, since you're just light.

Light, huh? Not a terrible name, though. Instantly, while you're unfocused, he reaches your hands. The precious rock lays silently within his bland fingers.

– Hi Light, I'm Nolan.

– Nice to meet you, Nolan. I'm Light.

...

Next day, you are hopeful. You long for an unbreakable bond, between you and Nolan. Perhaps, witnessing a child growing up is also a blessing, and you're his imaginary friend, his guardian angel.

You, as usual, sneak inside.

Knock knock. No answer. Knock knock. Absolute silence.

The door is unlocked. You twist the doorknob.

...

Blood.

Nolan leans beside bed, lifeless. There's a long wound cut on his forearm, horrifying. You scream, backward to the door. You close your eyes frightenedly, yet the transparent eyelids betray you. The friendship you just made betray you. He, the only person can see you, sucided.

You deny the truth.

Eavesdrop on his chest, no beats sounded.

... Hold up, you didn't see his soul, maybe you can save him.

Call an ambulance! You sprint outside and call for help. You are muted. You are dead. Grab a public phone, no coin. Straight to the police, receive no service. You are tired. You are angry. What's the point of existing anyway?

Eventually, you return.

Your eyes avoid the stationary corpse.

Placed on the desk a stationery, scribbled with words.

"Hey Light!

Don't you be surprised. Since you're a ghost, I can be one, too! Death is not scary while being with friends.

You know... mom and dad always arguing. I don't really understand, but I know the problem is me. Sometimes dad said I should've not been born. Maybe they will make up when I die!

See you soon
Nolan"

Then where's him? Maybe he wasn't that special after all. Perhaps the only one special is you.

You are gifted.

You hate the gift.

Now, you're alone, once again.

You leave the house in silence. Your mind is silent consequently. The ability to think is humans' magic, and you will throw them all away.

Why do people stay alive, when they will die one day?

You return where you left off. The bridge, the long bridge where viewing down, located a river.

– Being sad again?

What a familiar girlish voice, you believe.