A/N: I've got a bit of writer's block for my other story, so I'm going to see if this one will work out a little better. Enjoy, or not. Constructive criticism is welcome.


The woman walked past me, but this time, I followed. I even tried to grab her arm, but I couldn't touch her. Frustrated, I yelled a long string of profanity as I walked backwards in front of her. She just stared through me, like I wasn't even there. After a few minutes, I stopped to pant and just stared after her as she disappeared into the crowd. I felt the prickly feeling in my eyes, but I was fully aware that I couldn't actually cry in this state.

"I hate this. Why can't anyone see me? Am I really a ghost?" I mumbled to myself, making the pointless motion of wiping away tears that weren't there.

I tried not to think about it too much though, since that usually just puts me in a worse state of mind. I decided to go to a cafe I used to work at and wander around, since apparently no one can see me. A particular boy in the back where it was hard for people to see or overhear you caught my attention. All he had was a cup of tea and what I guessed was homework spread out on the table. I'd be lying if I said that auburn-haired university student was not attractive in the least. Out of pure curiosity, I went and sat down across from him. He seemed completely absorbed in his work and didn't notice me. Or, well, it would probably be more accurate if I said he didn't know I was there and probably wouldn't even if he looked up. He was a lot more handsome and well-groomed than I had initially thought, so I ended up giving a slightly depressed sigh and putting my elbows on the table and resting my chin on my palms.

"God, he's perfect." I muttered, half out of amazement and half out of jealousy. I jerked back in shock when he lifted his head at my voice and stared straight at me.

"Is this your way of flirting with me?" He questioned with quite an amused smile.

"U-Uh…Y-You can see me?" I managed to stutter out after a long silence in which I just stared at him in complete and utter shock.

"Of course I can. Why?" He was now giving me a look that suggested he thought I was crazy.

"I-I…No one else can." I said, finally managing to grasp the fact that I shouldn't be embarrassed if I'm dead.

"You're joking, right?"

I shook my head. "I wish I were."

"I don't believe you."

I stood up. "Here, watch."

I walked to a table and looked back at him to make sure he was watching. He was. I started by waving a hand in front of the guy, which earned no reaction. I then proceeded to sit cross-legged on the middle of the empty table and moving to slap his face, but my hand just went right though his head and got little more than a shiver in response. I even went and jumped up and down in front of a waitress, waving my arms like crazy and shouting, and she just walked though me. Concluding that I had just proven to myself that I was indeed a ghost and to the attractive student that he wasn't supposed to be able to see me, I went back and sat down across from him again. He looked utterly shocked and disbelieving.

"Is that good enough proof?" I asked, waving a hand in his face.