[ WP ] You possess the rare gift to see and talk to dead people , and have kept this hidden from everyone your entire life , including your spouse . Now your spouse dies and is quite surprised .

`` Seriously?!'' I choke on my Cinnamon Toast Crunch. 
 
 `` Hey Trouble, it's nice to see you too.'' He's standing there the way he's always stood in our living room. Like he belongs there, like it's home. 
 
 `` What are you doing here? You should n't be here, you should have moved on!'' 
 
 `` Someone has to make sure you do n't eat yourself to death by way of sugary breakfast cereals.'' He smiles that big playful grin I've always loved. 
 
 `` I'm fucking GRIEVING, because you know the whole you being dead thing.'' I shove another large spoonful into my mouth. It's been a rough day. 
 
 The smile disappears from his face as his eyes avert mine. 
 
 `` It's not your fault you know. There's nothing you, me, or anyone else could have done to prevent it Brandon. You've been scheduled to die that day from the moment you were born.'' Why am I talking like this? I'm usually more gentle in my approach. 
 
 He looks at me again, `` So how long have you had this... ummmm... what do you call it? A gift? Talent? Quirk?'' 
 
 `` Remember during our freshmen year of high school when I went away for a little while? No one knew where I was and then someone found out I was in a psych ward, and preceded to tell the entire school? Then when I came back everyone kept calling me Girl, Interrupted?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` Since then.'' 
 
 `` Wait let me get this straight... you see dead people? Walking around like ordinary people? Do some not even know they are dead?'' He laughs. I'm glad he's taking it so well. 
 
 `` Yes and no. I see Spirits who are still here. They have n't gone to a better or worse place. They are just here... in Limbo.'' I wait for that to settle in. 
 
 `` I'm in Limbo? Spending eternity with you sounds like my version of heaven.'' He moves in for a hug. I want to warn him not to, but I know the only way he will understand is if it happens. He wraps his arms around me and they go through my body. It's not cold despite what Hollywood tells you. Spirits transfer emotions when they touch you, and I can feel his warmth and longing. It makes me miss him more. I look into his eyes, they are filled with so much pain. He can not speak and can not let go. 
 
 `` Look at me Brandon.'' I say calmly, `` I know it hurts, and you feel like you ca n't let go. Move slowly and deliberately. Tell yourself you are letting go. Sometimes it helps to imagine dropping a bowling ball'' I can feel strength of contact weaken, `` That's right, you're doing great... almost there.'' 
 
 He let's go and gasps for air. 
 
 `` I promise it gets easier.'' 
 
 `` So I'm a ghost?'' He asks, defeated. 
 
 `` Yes... well I like to refer to you and others like you as a Spirit.'' 
 
 `` And what are you then, like some real life psychic or something?'' 
 
 `` Or something... I'm... well I'm what they officially call the Keeper of Limbo.'' 
 
 He stares at me.
