Jack’s POV:
10 years later.
I still haven’t forgotten my little brother, Bryan. To be honest, I feel closer to him than to Sophie. I come to his grave every night, leaving flowers and simply sitting there, wishing he was right here beside me.
But one time, I was visiting Bryan’s grave and there was this pale boy peeking by a tree.
“Hey, are you lost, kid?” I asked as I floated by him. I know he can’t see me, no one has believed in me yet since Bryan, but I thought maybe I could guide this kid back home or something.
When I saw the kid, my heart leapt out of my chest in both surprise and happiness. “Bryan?” I asked, tears blurring my vision. I wiped it away and surely, it was that innocently handsome face I was very much familiar with.
“How do you know my name?” the boy asked, scared, worried and innocent.
