A Whole Lot About Nothing

Prolouge

If one were to be in a situation such as my own, they most likely would be surprised bordering on frightened. I, however, mostly felt annoyance towards the man who woke me up at three am by falling from my window. My lights were still off  due to my previous act of sleep requiring darkness, but I quickly found myself wishing they were on so I could see what the person on the floor looked like. My spatial awareness chose this moment to finally kick in and I remembered the lamp right next to my bed that could, in fact, be turned on so I could see.

The man, now illuminated by my small bedside lamp, was currently finding himself on the receiving end of my glare. For you see I had decided to wait for him to apologize for waking me up instead of just yelling at him. However, instead of the apology I deserved I got the (oddly attractive) man suddenly shouting,

"Why are you awake!?" He squeaked with a hilariously placed voice crack.

"I wasn't previously, this is actually your fault." I couldn't quite keep the bitterness out of my reply. This seemed to have somehow been the wrong thing to say as the man's eyes grew impossibly bigger and all the color drained from his face; probably going elsewhere due to the conservation of mass. My guess is his lungs due to the volume of his next words.

"HOW THE HEL- uh, HECK CAN YOU SEE ME?!?"

"I turned on my lamp."

"That does-, I mean, that's true, but how- um, you aren't supposed to be able to see me."

"The only thing that kept me from seeing you was the darkness, but I have now," I did jazz hands toward my lamp, "turned. on. lamp."

The man looked at my lamp and then at me; repeating this pattern several times with a  look of shock seemingly stuck on his face. While the man continued to compare me to my lamp, I decided to be the socially skilled person and politely ask for his name.

"SoooooOOOOOooo, what's your name?" So polite.
He blinked at me. Once. Twice. Three times, I wonder if he got the dust out of his eye yet.

"My name is Min." He finally answered, at long last defeating the dust. I squinted at him.

"That's fake."

"Well I wasn't going to give you my real one!"

"Wait it was fake? I was just trying to tease you."

Min groaned and dragged his hands down his face. In this moment, I noticed the surprising lack of ring on his finger and decided to start a long overdue conversation,

"So, what's a strange unmarried man doing climbing into a 21 year old's apartment at three in the morning?"

"I- wha, would it be less weird if I was married??"

"Well then I would at least know I could track down your wife and get you in trouble for trying to find dates when you're married."

"That- that isn't how you find dates!"

"In my defense, I've never dated."

"You seem to have lived a life sheltered from social norms."

My impatience was growing at this point so I asked my questions again.

"Why. Are. You. Here?"

Min inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling as he stood. Heck he's tall.

"I'm kinda like a ghost in a way."

"Where's the kinda come into play?"

"I overall have the same abilities one would associate with a ghost but I'm either not dead or was never alive."

I launched myself at Min. Min clearly did not expect this turn of events. His attempts to stay upright as he tries to accommodate for the sudden extra weight ultimately failed and we are both left on the floor. I leaned close to his ear.

"Liaaaaar." I hissed.