You are a ghost. No one can hear you, see you, or feel you. Recently, you've started to haunt a college student around your age. They'd be your best friend if you could only communicate, you're sure of it. And then, one day, they look up and ask you "why do you keep following me?"
((Credit to @Number Six)) I sigh in defeat, "fine." I mutter. The old man smiles and grabs another glass, pouring some of the old scotch into it. He hands it to me and I force a 'thank you' before downing it quickly.