Damn sickness. Damn cure. They’re still living, breathing human beings. Sure, they’re invisible, but so are plenty of others in this world.
Don’t be scared when you see an object floating in mid-air. After all, there’s someone there holding it.
Just because they can’t speak to you, doesn’t mean that you should ignore them.
What about the ones who can see them? Who can hear them and speak to them? Well, don’t judge them either. At least they believe.
[Warning: This story contains swearing and boyxboy material. To those who fantasize over bromances, sorry, this doesn't contain smut.]