I died two years ago.
It wasn't dramatic, or traumatic, or anything. I just went to sleep and woke up dead.
But, one day I met a teenager, with orange headphones and a carefree smile.
He asked me why I was alone.
I told him I was dead, not many people can see me.
He said he knows a lot of dead people, and that I'm definitely not one of them.
He comforted me, gave me hope. No one else had done that. They just looked at me as if I was odd.
Now I can say; I am alive.
