I saw him again. I don't know if he saw me or not. Maybe he can't... or won't, or maybe I'm meaningless, within the order of his existence, but... he's always there, standing outside the window... always in the same place. Everyone says they look just like you but it's not true... close, sure, but you see I have a mole on my chin and he has none. Okay, alright... he's outside in the dark, but they have to be some manifestation of a spirit world or another dimension or something... right? And if so, they would be perfect copies of our essence, right? Free from flaws and imperfections like scars and moles. But why is he there? Why? Why?

Why is... he there?
Why do... I care?

I really don't think I'm going to die... at least not anytime soon, but that's what they say... if you see one, it means you're going to die. Okay... I have been losing weight. And it's happened since he appeared. It's... it's just a few pounds but now I'm scared to step on the scales... I know, it's weird

Okay, the weight loss thing is getting scary. But here's the weird part... he's losing weight, too! It's sixty-eight pounds now. I lost sixty-eight pounds! But it... the wraith... It's almost like a human skeleton. And you better believe I'm eating like crazy. Like a fucking fiend, for chrissakes. I'm sitting here now eating a bacon cheeseburger with two patties, watching him, right outside the window, like always, and it's like I can see him melting away. At this rate, he'll go long before me, but...

But then what?