Jamie P.O.V

After a few moments of talking, Maria, as I've heard the child been called, runs off to play. Her father and I are left alone in the rumble of the storm. We don't talk for a minute or so, but eventually, he gets curious.

"You've been sitting here long enough to get soaked. Do you have some sort of invisible umbrella or something?"

"No. I do not have any tricks to make this seem like an illusion," I reply honestly, seeing no reason to lie to him.

His confusion only seems to grow. I haven't told him the truth of my nature just yet because I am scared to. He is a stranger. I don't even know his name. He might just call me crazy and leave.

"Then how are you not wet? There's not a drop of water on you. That's not possible. Surely there's something," he persists.

I sigh softly and look down at the ground. "The truth is hard to swallow. Are you certain that you want to hear it?"

He nods. Curiosity will always triumph over logic. There will not be a time where man will not be curious about what he does not understand. Curiosity is inevitable.

"The truth is that I am no longer alive," I admit, making him laugh, "I am not joking. I died in the year 1920. I was murdered and I have been damned to wander this Earth until I find someone to love,"

He stops laughing and goes silent. It takes him a few moments before he says anything. I understand that it must be surprising.

"Y-You're dead? How is this even possible? Aren't you supposed to move on?"

I shrug. "I've been dead for one hundred years and I still don't know how this became possible. Sometimes I wish that I was still alive, but I know that is impossible. I have still not come to terms with my death, but I hope to soon," I explain.

"I hope you can... I wouldn't know what to do if I died... My daughter couldn't raise herself and I wouldn't stop thinking about her during every waking moment."

I think it is sweet that he cares so much about his daughter. It shows that he is a good father. It is similar to how I wanted to see how Lizzy turned out. I couldn't just leave her on her own, I needed to be there.

"The main reason I stayed for as long as I did was so I could see my best friend live out the rest of her life. She and I were to be married but we made a mutual agreement to stay friends. I was also questioning my sexuality during the time and when her father found out him and his Mafia friends murdered me. My friend died about thirty years ago so I suppose that it is my time to finish living now."

I sigh and rub the back of my neck awkwardly. I haven't talked to anyone but myself in thirty years. I feel as though I am too awkward to function properly with another human being.

The man looks at me before asking a question. "So you've been alone for the last thirty years?"

I nod slowly, keeping my gaze on the ground. "Afterlife is the worst torture I could have received. That's really saying something considering I was burned alive. Although, when everyone just walks through you without even acknowledging your existence you tend to feel a lot worse about yourself. It's like being invisible, but it wasn't always like that," I tell him, trailing off a bit at the end.

"What was it like before that? And if no one can see you then why can my daughter and I see you?"

I glance up at the girl as she continues to play in the rain. "When my friend was alive she could see me. She would talk to me and make me feel as though I was still alive. Even one of her children could see me. Unfortunately in her old age most simply thought she was losing her mind. Her youngest, who she named Jamie after me, was the only one who believed her. Once she died I had no reason to stay. She told me that it was my time to find someone. Now I am damned to be on Earth until I find someone to love. You and your daughter are the first people to see me in thirty years. I fear it could take centuries before I manage to find someone to love," I explain softly, slowly looking back down at the ground as I speak.

The man moves closer to me and places a reassuring hand on my back. "Well Jamie, my name is Adam, my daughter is Maria. I can't promise that I can help you find love, but I can always be there when you need someone to talk to. I'm at the local cafe most days while Maria is at school if you would like to talk then. I would love to hear more about you and try to help," he offers.

I feel myself slowly begin to smile. "Thank you, Adam. I appreciate the offer greatly. I have been dying for a friendly conversation- well, if I could be dying again," I tell him.

He laughs softly and smiles. Just as he does the sun begins to shine past the clouds. He looks absolutely perfect. I can't help but smile.

'Perhaps things will be better now. I finally have someone who can see me. It has been thirty years since I've talked to anyone. This could be exactly what I needed. I've been craving someone to interact with for so long. I do not want to get over excited, but I feel like a child in a candy shop. This is exactly what I've been waiting for. I cannot wait to get to know Adam better. This could be the start of something great.'