Ever since teh day he saw my reflection in the broken glass, he started to visit my grave alot. I got summoned alot. Only to see him broken and desperately standing there. 

I kept my eyes on him. He wasn't doing so great. Drinking every night, getting away from his friends and family, disturbed and confused. Eaten up by Guilt. And I hated to see him like that. 

It's true, if only he asked, if he only went beyond the rumors and the bad words, I could still be alive. I don't blame him for my death, after all, I made my own choices and he shouldn't be blaming himself either. I had to stop him but how ? I can't be seen or heard, I can't do anything actually but all I know, is that I need to help him. He once made me feel okay, it's my time to repay him.

I followed him everywhere, I tried to scream and yell at him but no, he never heard me or even sensed me around him. I didn't know what to do and I couldn't let him keep acting like that. 

I stood next to his bed as I watched him having another sleepless night. He was always so flawless, with a radiant smile, I hated seeing him like that. 

I didn't feel anything for a while, I'm dead, I can't feel but this time, I can feel something weird. Like the sun too warm on your skin going all around my body, too divine to describe, something tickling my body and light, it was too bright. He was helplessly laying on his bed, trying to sleep. I got closer and with my hand all bright with whatever light there was I touched his shoulder and then I was somewhere else. It all happened very quick and now I have no idea what happened or where I was.