Telling a ghost she’s dead isn’t as easy as you’d think.
They don’t poof! away. After they dissolve into the floor, they reappear and stay on you. Tail you down the halls. Into your next classes.
Follow you to the door to where someone like Buddy might be standing, waiting, too.
The whole time they’re crying.
Saying things like Prove it! Prove it! Prove I’m dead!
Trying to make you look at them, see them, pay attention.
Standing on that bridge between the living and the dead is not so easy. ’Cause yes, the dead can see you, but so can the living.