I was just about to grasp her hand when my hand phased right through it. That’s not possible, is it? She then faded right before my eyes, as if she were mist.

“Hey, behind you.”

I turned around and saw her. I said, “Mariah, how did you do that?”

“Well, I’m not actually real.”

“You’re not?”

“Allow me to demonstrate,” she said steadily. “I have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive.”

She faded away again, and I felt a cold shiver up my spine. A hand then appeared on my shoulder, her hand. I attempted grasping it, but it faded again, and I fell backwards. Sitting up, I saw her again, as he backed up into the corner.

I stood up and tried to hold her hand but her shadow went into the wall as if it were a blank canvas and she gave life to it. She then disappeared completely. I looked all around my room, yet I still couldn’t find her.

“I’m gone, Marcus, gone like a fragment of your memory being taken out. This is the last time you’ll be seeing me. I just hope you can move on from this.”