"If I remember correctly, she's a patient at the Brownhall Hospital," he said.

"Alright. I'll be back after I find out what happened. Don't go anywhere," I responded.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to, Ivy," he declared, and his body slumped.

"Oh yeah...see you later." I rushed out of the house and took a bus to the hospital he named. As I was on the bus, I was thinking about whether I should continue talking to him or ignore him as planned. It was kind of lonely living by myself, and he could keep me company. Any more related thoughts were pushed aside after I arrived.

After a few interrogations around the hospital staff, I finally found someone who remembered the patient. They pulled out some old documents of Mrs. Doberman and gave them to me. What I saw and heard from the staff was very startling. I quickly returned home to tell him the news I had retrieved.

"I asked several staff members about your mother, but most of them said they didn't remember anyone like that. Just when I thought there was no hope, a janitor who worked for some time there said he recalls someone like that. So with the information he had, we found these documents of your mother," I informed him.

"So is she okay?" he asked anxiously.

I looked at him with pursed lips then said, "According to this, unfortunately, your mother did not make it in time for the donation. Even if she did, nobody could've paid the bills since you weren't here. You don't have any other family members, right?"

"No..." he answered with sorrow. "When did she...pass away?"

"A few days after your death," I replied. His head hung low, and he covered his face with his hands.

"I found out another thing..." I spoke up.

"What is it?" He looked at me sadly.

"This happened 20 years ago, Michael," I added quietly.

"What?" he responded, shocked. "It's already been...20 years...since I died?"

"Yes..." When Michael heard this, his eyes widened. The time flew by without him noticing because he was cooped up in here for so long by himself. I felt bad for him, so I hung out with him whenever I had free time.

. . .

"What do you think of this one?" I asked Michael.

"Nah, that's a bit too shabby," he answered with his fingers on his chin.

"What?!" I responded, offended, and attempted to hit him, but he was a ghost, so it went through. He remembered that he was a ghost as well and chuckled then lowered his eyes. I fumbled around my closet for another outfit and put it over my body. "Um, what about this one?" I questioned with a nervous smile.

He looked up and his eyes widened then he looked away. "Um...that's a bit too..." he started.

"Is it too shabby again?" I asked with a smile on my face, and I raised an eyebrow.

"No, I was going to say it's a bit too pretty on you..."

I could see remnants of a blush on his face. "Oh, thanks..." This time, I was blushing instead. Eventually, we became friends, and we helped each other out.
. . .

"I think you should make her less petty and riskier, you know?" Michael advised.

"So instead of getting a rebound to make him jealous, she should make him regret letting her go?" I asked.

"Exactly!" he snapped his fingers. "That way it'll be more interesting. You don't want her to be a weak character, she needs to be stronger than that," He was so close that I think I should have felt his breath even though I couldn't. We stared at each other for a few moments then quickly averted our eyes.

"Ahem! Let's move on to the next point!" I interrupted the moment.

"Yeah...let's," he agreed.

. . .

I lay on my side in bed looking at him sleeping next to me. Every time I looked at his emerald eyes, I got mesmerized by them. His messy, unkempt hair made him look as cute as a toddler. His voice gave me chills, and the way he acted made my heart beat faster. I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

MICHAEL'S POV

I opened my eyes to peek at her sleeping body and touched her face, hoping to feel her silky skin despite the fact that it was intangible to both of us. "Ivy...it's such a beautiful name..." I stated quietly to myself. Every time I looked at her, my breath was taken away from me. The way her hair, which was black as ink, flowed in the wind was amazing. The way her smile stroke my heart like an arrow. Without knowing it, we had both fallen in love with each other.