I am a ghost. I walk through these halls unseen and unheard. Not only am I a ghost, but I notice the other ghosts. I notice the unnoticed, see the unseen, hear the unheard. I take in my surroundings and I understand. I comprehend the moods people are in. I see through people, but I notice everything they are all about.
They are all the same.
Every person I come into contact with, is the same as the last. They all have the same thing to say, just using different words. Or they try to interweave other words into their sentences to try and make their message unclear. But, in the end, it's all the same. Everything is always the same.
... Until I met her.