I went to the hospital to find Paul was not in the room. I asked a nurse where he was and she said that he died. I went home not even wanting to think of things. I stopped at a bar and got drunk. I then walked home. I walked in the house not noticing anything. I passed out on the floor. That is all I remember.
When I woke up I noticed a pillow and blanket. I wondered where it came from. I got up and found flowers. I also found a card. Thank you for not giving up on me. I love you so much from Paul.
How did this get here. I then heard music and I went close to Paul's office. I got a phone call and the nurse said that she made a mistake. That Paul wasn't dead. I hung up and went into the office.
I then saw Paul playing guitar.
"Hi, Richard."
I walk over to him and I touched him. He was there. He put the guitar down I give him a bone crushing hug and I had to let go because I was hurting him. He then kisses me. I am so happy.
"I am sorry I came home home drunk last night. They told me you died."
"I know."
So we lived happy and everything went back to normal. Paul did remember being a ghost. He still wished he know why that happened. I was just glad he was ok.
