New York City.

It's an interesting place! Home of the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. Not to mention, Joe's Coffee Shop: where no one buys coffee because the cheesecake is just that good. Where one slice of pizza is bigger than your face and the McDonald's down the street is bigger than your apartment.

People of all kinds walk to-and-fro with important business-like facades or shopping bags or cameras. Vendors on the streets attack you like vultures, wanting you to tour the next block.

And if you cross the street, you risk your life to those who can't stop for a red light.

It's the city that never sleeps! The Big Apple! The place where people go to make their dreams come true!

Just wow.

Let's get to the point, shall we?

My name is Aaron Will and, just like the rest of the world, I am depressed.

I am just like any normal person. I wake up on time every morning, go back to sleep for 5 more minutes, and then end up running 15 minutes late to class. I watch Netflix, love pizza, and enjoy my free time napping. Plus, I am a medical student at- Hold up.

Does any of that really matter?

Actually, no. No, it doesn't. You probably want to hear what makes me different from the rest.

Well, my theory is that no one is completely normal. Who even knows what "normal" is?

See, I'm a normal guy...with a stupidly insane life.

I mean, I've looked through all of the gossip magazines and not once have I seen any articles about celebrities getting haunted by their ex.

Oh wait, let me rephrase.

I mean haunted literally, as in ghosts, moving objects, and swirly pencils that want to play with you.

You know, all of that stuff that's not supposed to exist.

I wake up on time every morning because a certain "unknown force" smacks me in the head. I go back to sleep because that "unknown force" gives up on me. And the only reason I make it to class within fifteen minutes is because that "unknown force" changes all of the lights to green.

And that "unknown force" is my ex-boyfriend.

And this is usually the part where I explain my awful backstory or about how I came out or about how I haven't came out yet.

See, my boyfriend died from a gunshot when we were young (Hence, why I'm depressed). But he decided ( since I'm "a wimp that can't fight worth my life") that he would haunt me or something to protect me. Don't ask me for details because I don't know how it works when you die.

All I know is that he has become sort of my guardian angel. My savior in times of need. Like, when I get comfortable on the couch and the remote is just too far away. That kind of crisis.

But there is one teensy exception. I can't see nor hear him. He's a silent, invisible ghost that makes his sworn duty to protect me from all things devastating. He can move things, and I can feel him touch me, but other than that, he's useless.

He'll make me breakfast though, so I'm not complaining...but there's one thing.

Having him near me at all times has made it hard to move on.

I haven't dated anyone else since he died. Tragic, right? I've tried to get together with other people, but I quickly realized that everyone I chose looked like him or acted like him. And once my heart realized that those people were not him, it dropped them in the dust to rot. I ended up breaking up and getting together with a lot of people...which sort of...gave me a bad reputation. So now, people avoid me.

And I'm honestly perfectly okay with that.

However...my ex wasn't so happy.

One morning, I found a note on my fridge saying:

I thought you were a frickin' doctor? You're supposed to fix hearts, not break them. Idiot.

~Severus

He always had his own way of speaking wise words.

But dang it! I just wanted some milk! Not a note reminding me about my recent breakup!

But after that, I stopped trying to find a new lover and started focusing my life mainly on my dropping grades and my lack of money.

Sounds fun right?

Yeah, no. Dedicating your life to college is something I definitely do not recommend. Live life a little. Unless you're like me and don't have a life, then we're in the same boat mi amigo.

And things get worse on the fact that some of the kids in my classes are cute! I just can't move on from three years ago when I basically witnessed the murder of my boyfriend!

And. That. Sucks.

Even some of the creepy kids in the back are super adorable!

Then again, I've always been obsessed with the abnormal weird ones.

And Severus just smacked me on the head.

(It's true though!)

You know all of those emo kids in high school, who are obsessed with really creepy stuff? It seems like half of them end up in my Human Anatomy and Physiology course.

I guess they want to learn more about body parts? The thought makes me shiver. But some of them are really hot, so maybe that makes up for it.

Anyway, there are other people in the course than future-doctors and exorcists, like artists, who want to better get a hang of human anatomy to draw it accurately.

And then there's me, who just came to New York in order to escape my past. Although, there is one person from my past who I can't escape.

And with that, I think it would be proper to start the real story...Let's see.

I'll start in my Human Anatomy course itself. That day as I was doodling in my notes...