Nate had recently passed away. And when somebody passed away, the last photo of them would just be the background. Or, on rare occasions, they would be very dark in the photo. That was the case with Nate's death. The cause of it was unknown. Matt had fallen into a state of depression. He couldn't believe it. His husband.. Their son, Oliver, would grow up without a father. One day, a few years after Nate's death, Oliver began talking proper sentences. He was now 5. Nate would've been 34, turning 35. Matt was 36, turning 37. Oliver pointed out a man that happened to look just like Nate. It was his ghost. Matt didn't see him, until later that night. He was getting ready for bed when he swear he could've seen and heard Nate. Then something grabbed one of Nate's items and started speaking. "Hello, Matthew, my dear." It said. Matt looked in shock as it made itself visible. It was Nate. His ghost. Slowly, Matt reached out to touch him. And he did. "But I.." Matt began, but Nate cut him off. "I'm half-dead half-alive. I can make myself visible and able to touch." Nate said.
I'm Nate, as always. I decided why not make it more fluff and interesting?
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Random"Now maybe I can't make you mine So I'll enjoy our time." PLEASE, DON'T STEAL MY SCENARIOS, I KNOW WHEN ONE IS STOLEN!
