I Returned as a Ghost After Ten Years

Summary

Ten years after my death, I saw Knox again.

He still had that same reckless, untamed aura. With full tattoo sleeves and a lazy, arrogant slouch, he walked like a guy showing up to collect a gambling debt.

I deliberately floated right into his personal space, blowing air into his face and waving my hands in front of his eyes. I even phased straight through his chest and out his back. It didn't matter. He couldn't see me anyway.

Suddenly, his footsteps faltered.

I thought he had actually felt something, but he just stopped, pulled out a cigarette, and squinted into the distance as he lit it.