"Just breathe," someone would tell me. "If you do that everything will be fine." Lies. Every time I breathed in air I would just cause even worse damage on myself and everyone around me. The good thing now, though? I am not putting any hurt or pain on anyone anymore. That ended a long, long time ago. The people I loved grew old and had amazing lives without me, all passing away nearly a century ago. The only thing keeping me around is him; the boy who can see me.