Having powers that isolate you in a way you can never recover from. Because people never see you, and when they do, they wish they didn't. Curiosity and pleasant conversation turning bitter and hateful, scared and desperate in a manner of minutes.
Because you can only be seen when it's time to help someone across to the afterlife. To cradle their soul and let it pass through you safely so they can die without pain and without fear. Just holding them as they sob and plea because they're not ready. No one ever is.
You dont have friends. You dont have acquaintances. You dont have anyone. Because that's just not how this works. No one can see you until it's too late.
Except him.
Because he's come so close to death so many times that he greets you like an old friend. Smiles at you, compliments your clothes, your eyes, your hair.
Because he sees you.
Even on a random Tuesday as his heart beats a bit too fast, or his liver groans in protest. As his blood leaks into a spot it shouldn't or his concussed head throbs. He still smiles.
He still says your name in that friendly way that makes your heart ache.
Because Robert Robertson the Third has come so close to death so many times that he's even considering asking you out. Blissfully unaware of why he can see you at all.
Oh I fucking LOVE THIS
