Just an Apparition.

I was stalking him.

Well it wasn't actually stalking since no one even knows that I exist. No one could see me. For days, I had been wandering, following only him. Everywhere he went, I was there to follow his every step.

I couldn't remember anything. All I knew was that I woke up in his room feeling very lightheaded. I didn't know who I was. The only thing I remembered was my first name. Ivy. That was it; I knew nothing. Nothing about my past and clearly nothing about my life.

I kept following him, keeping up with his long strides. I didn't even know where we're going but that didn't stop me from coming with him. I didn't even choose to follow him; there was this invisible string that kept pulling me towards him without my consent.

He stopped walking. I almost bumped into his back but it was all just in my imagination. I couldn't touch anything. Whatever I touch just passed through my hands.

We ended up in a dead end hall. He turned to me, almost as if he could see me.

"YOU!" he shouted while pointing his finger at me. I was shocked. I was beyond shocked. I was ecstatic. He finally noticed me.

"Why do you keep following me? Do you think I couldn't notice you?" he asked.

So all this time that I had followed him around he could actually see me. Why didn't he say anything in the first place?

"Can you even speak or are you just going to stand there all day, looking at me like a fool?" he told me. "You have been following me for days. When I eat you're there, when I sleep you're there. Hell! Even when I'm taking a bath or a piss you're there. What the bloody hell is wrong with you? I also noticed that I'm the only one who can see you. Who are you?"

"Uhmm. I-I don't even know who I am, "I told him, my voice hoarse. "I only know my first name, it's Ivy. I don't know what's happening, all I know is I woke up in your room and that's it. Everything else is blank," I explained to him.

"Are you a ghost?" he asked me, his eyes going wide as he thought about it. "M-maybe you are!" he pointed his finger at me again.

"I-I really don't know," I told him.

"Bloody hell. Bloody hell. Bloody hell," he kept saying. "I'm talking to a dead person and I'm the only one who could see her." he said while pacing back and forth.

"Uhmm, m-maybe I'm here for a reason. You know, maybe I need to help you, or something," I told him.

"What?" he asked.

"Maybe the reason that I'm here with you and the reason that you're the only one who could see me is because you need my help, "I stated to him.

"What help can you offer me? You are a ghost. Can I even shag you?" he told me while reaching out to touch me.

I moved backwards. I couldn't let him touch me. He would just go right through me like everybody else.

"Maybe I'm here for a reason. Maybe, just maybe, fate brought me to you," I told him, my back almost going through the wall. "Do you need help on anything? You know personal problems?"

He looked deep in thought, his face scrunched up. "Well, actually, I do need help. I need you to help me apologize to people. Apologize for the things I put them through for all the bullying and harsh words. I need to apologize for being such a bloody fucking prick, and then maybe I could learn to forgive myself."

I was awestricken by his sincerity. The way he said those words makes me want to tear up. "I'll definitely help you. Maybe the reason that I was sent here is for me to help you. But what exactly did you do?" I asked him.