He was going crazy. He was sure. Only crazy people see the dead. Unless you're in the morgue of course, but he wasn't. He was in his living room.
Why would he be seeing her anyways? She wasn't his girlfriend, she was Wilson's. Wilson had claimed her long before he ever had the chance to. Chance to? Now he really knew he was going nuts.
Had she really chosen Wilson? Wilson was so… Wilson. He was particularly brave, or smart, or even attractive. Not that he'd ever tell his best friend he was attractive. And of course he had to be smart, otherwise he wouldn't have a chance of becoming an oncologist. But he wasn't brave. That was the one thing he had on Wilson. Bravery.
Why had she chosen Wilson?
More importantly, why hadn't she chosen him?
He and her would have been perfect, in a disastrous kind of way. They'd argue and push each other to their limits, but at the end of the day it would have been magical. Magical? Really? Yet another sign of his impending insanity.
Why was he even thinking about this? He had better things to do with his day. A relationship with her? She's dead. He's emotionally uninvolved. Right?
Right.
You just keep telling yourself that.