I Never Knew What to Say

~Gerard~
So I'm a ghost and no one can see me I am simply just here, I died a few years ago, at the same age as this guy. I seem to be attached to him in some way. I will be walking around minding my own business when suddenly I'm with Frank once more I end up following him there like we are linked or something... I don't know. We seem to want to go to the same places at the same time... it's odd. sometimes it even looks like he is watching me but that's impossible no one can see or hear me, it is the reason I don't talk any more what's the point when no one can hear you? There he is again playing his guitar, sometimes I hear him singing but only if I'm not in the room I still want to hear him sing properly, not muffled through a floor or door. I'm going to try my luck again, I stand in the corner and wait for him to sing, that is if he is going to...
~Frank~
There it goes again that flicker, that slight movement in the corner of my eye and then I see him, just looking at me. Who is he and why do I only see him when I am feeling sad? Is he my happiness trying to cheer me up? That is stupid Frank why would it be your happiness, face it you're insane... or something. He never speaks, just watches I begin to play my guitar but now I’ve noticed him I am too nervous to sing, what if I’m bad? He might leave if i am as bad as i think… wait. He is a figment of my imagination, he will only leave if i make him so why don’t i just be confident and sing? I play and sing a song i wrote myself, about him to be exact… it isn’t obvious but i might as well sing about him now he has appeared again… let’s just hope he doesn’t leave.
~Gerard~
If i wasn’t invisible I’d say he was staring at me, thinking… he doesn’t look for long he probably just spaced out. He begins to play and that’s when i hear it the sweet murmur of a voice building itself up to sing, just like i used to. Then he begins it isn’t long but obviously self-written, it sounds like the way he talks to himself sometimes. It’s about a figure that follows him and keeps him safe, maybe it’s the spirit of his mother or a brother he is singing about? I smile enjoying his voice and the words he has so lovingly strung together.

Notes

They way i write is off the top of my head so i have no idea where this is going nor how it will turn out but I would like to say that if you enjoy it tell me because i never know...