6 I know he is not of here.

He does not walk the same plane I do, always standing on the line between the physical and the unseen.

He is alone, aimlessly drifting the city streets, watching interactions he will never be apart of.

Until me.

"I wasn't sure why, much less how, but you could see me. I knew." His smile sends a warmth through my insides, my heart pulsing with electricity at the touch of his fingers folding with mine. "I knew."

My flower heart.

"How are you here?" I ask.

Absentmindedly, he shakes his head. "I am here... because of Her." He tilts his face up into the breeze. A thumb gently circles the back of my hand. "I am here because She wants you to see."

I don't understand why. Why is She speaking to me?

What am I meant to know?

"Look at me."

He does. Those eyes...

"Does She speak your you too?"

A soft nod. "She says our time," a pause, "is almost up."

He turns my face towards his, a thumb running across my bottom lip. "I promise you, I will not go. I am with you."

Our foreheads touch and the petrichor fills my mind.

"I am with you," he whispers. "I promise."