{ Lovely bad one }

[ it’s ok! i’m happy you did eventually though. would it be weird if i said i feel like i know you? ]

 "Really..? Well, I... I can't say I remember you.. I'm sorry, again. B-But, to be honest, I don't really remember a lot of things."

[ …i’ve been here for a few days. i’m sorry if that sounds creepy. ]

 She doesn't mind how big his writing is, or how shaky it's getting. He's talking to her, and they both seem pretty happy about it. And she's finding it cute that he's also drawing little doodles on the paper, too. It was funny, and nice.

He’s been looking at his hand, watching how it’s hard for her to place it correctly on his. Slowly he moves his hand away and brings it to her hair, fixing a few strands that have fallen out of place and placing the flower upright, since it had drooped down. After, the boy goes back to writing, though unsure what to say. How about an introduction.

 In the mirror, it is shown that he moves his hand away, so she does the same. But then his hand is moving back toward her, only this time near her face. She flinches a bit at the contact of his hand, ice cold, against her own warm skin. When he fixes her flower, though, she nods a thank you before watching him once again write something down.

[ sorry. i’m really sorry. i’m not very optimistic am i. ]

 "It's fine! A-Ah, don't worry.."

[ i don’t know if i’d be that great of company though. ]

 "Of course you'd be! P-Please don't say such negative things!"

He was happy she responded, but at the same time he was tearing up a bit out of just the fact he could contact her. This wasn’t fake, as much as he wished it was. He didn’t want to be dead, but for some reason he wasn’t coughing or feeling close to collapsing, which was kinda an upgrade to him.

 Seeing the tears in his eyes made her expression soften, and her hand had even reached out a bit to touch his. But she couldn't do that, so she pulled back, her hands now in her lap as she watched him write. To his reply, she quickly shook her head, looking in the mirror surprised.

Well, she could definitely see him, but hearing him was out of the question. He expected her to be panicking and confused but she didn’t seem to really be too shocked.

 Her body was shaking, but that was hardly even noticeable. At first, she thought her eyes were just playing tricks, but then the pen was moving, and in the mirror it was clear there was a boy using it. Though, right beside her, there was no one to be seen.

The boy watched as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. The band even had a cute little flower on it. To be honest, he’d love to get his hair all nice and well… looking better than a bedhead.

 She saw his mouth move, yet nothing was heard. Well, there was something. But it sounded like the wind or something. But that could't be him, could it?

The boy didn’t really know why he ended up at this girls house. He felt as if he knew her, or was connected to her in some way, but he couldn’t ask. He knew he was dead, a ghost, spirit, whatever, but he didn’t expect it to be this bad. There was no way she could hear him, so he gave up. For two or three days now he’s been hanging out near her, but without her knowing. He felt bad, but it really couldn’t be helped.

 How she would do her hair today? Well, she had decided to do it a tad different. Her hair was getting long. At her shoulders, even! So today, she pulled it back into a high ponytail with a hairband, that had a small flower on it. The middle of the flower was red, and the outer part blue. It was a little creation she made herself.