Where We Met.

"Wait! You can see me?" He asks with wide eyes. I roll my eyes at his stupidity, is he high or something?

"Of course I can see you, you idiot!" I say with annoyance lacing my tone. He looks at me with bewilderment at me as if I just grew another head.

"How can you see me?" He says, with the same bewildered look in his eyes. I huff in irritation.

"God, what type of shit have you been drinking, dude? Yes, I can see you, what's the big deal in that?" I say as I place my hands on my hips.

"This can't be possible. You shouldn't be able to see me." He says as he shakes his head.

"Why?" I say, completing this drunken game he's playing.

"Because I am dead."