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Lifeless | M.C Part 3

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Michael’s POV

Y/N’s amazing. I have known her for just under a month but I feel like we have been best friends for years. She’s funny, beautiful, and a complete idiot like me. I feel so much happier with her around and it makes me wonder what she was doing when I was alive.

We haven’t really addressed the whole ‘I’m a ghost’ thing since the night we properly met. I haven’t told her how or why I died, I don’t want to burden her with that, I don’t want her to see me differently. She makes me feel almost normal and I don’t want that to change, I don’t want her to pity me.

I glance to her laptop screen. She had her Facebook open. I hadn’t touched social media since I died. I guess people would find it weird if they were receiving messages from beyond the grave.

I contemplate it, while I can’t talk to anyone, it doesn’t mean I can’t see how my friends, well friend, is getting on. I quickly search ‘Calum Hood’. I find his profile, scrolling down to see what he had posted recently. There was a picture of the two of us together, it was one of the few pictures we had together. It was posted a few days after I died, there were comments but I dare not read them. I couldn’t relive the pain of what probably resides there.

“Michael” I hear her voice ring loudly through the apartment.

“Yeah” I shout back.

“Can you get me a towel, I’m stranded in the shower” she shouts back.

I can’t help but chuckle. I go and grab a towel from the closet before handing it through the bathroom door and waiting outside.

“How does one manage to forget a towel when going to shower, it’s the only thing you have to take with you” I chuckle.

“Oh shut up, I just forgot to bring one in with me and when I realised it was too late”

I heard the shower shut off. Moments later she walks into the bedroom in her towel. Water droplets glistened on her shoulders. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, a few strands falling around her face. She tried to blow them out of the way. God she looked insanely hot and adorable at the same time.

“Do you want something to eat?” I ask as I move to leave the room so she can get dressed.

She just turns and gives me a large grin. I turn away and go to make her breakfast.

I was just finishing the bacon sandwich when she walks through and sits down on the couch.

She briefly looks at the laptop in front of her before closing the lid down and putting her feet on the coffee table.

“Your sandwich m’lady” I say bowing before her as I extend the plate out to her.

She giggles, taking the plate from me. “Why thank you kind sir” she responds bowing her head at me.

I take a seat next to her. “It smells amazing” she says.

“I wouldn’t know” I mumble.

She quirked her head, her face inquisitive. “Can you not smell anything?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I can’t smell, I can’t sleep, I can’t touch anything living” I sigh.

She seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying.

She takes a bite. She groans. “This is delicious” she moans as she takes another bite.

I smile. Just being around her makes me happy.


Calum Hood. That is who Michael had searched. I assumed he was a friend.

When Michael was god knows where I loaded up Calum’s profile. I wanted to know more about Michael. I had a long list of questions about him and his life but I didn’t want to ask. I don’t want to bring up anything he’s uncomfortable with so I assume he will tell me when he’s ready, after all, we are living together. Kind of.

I scroll though Calum’s page, there are pictures of him with Michael. I click on one where they are both stood with a drink in their hands, Calum’s arm draped over Michael’s shoulder. Michael was smiling.

His occupation was listed as a barista at a local Starbucks. I recognised the coffee shop from a photo of him in his apron. It was the Starbucks I visit occasionally on the way to work.

I decide to try and make contact with this Calum guy. It was clear that he and Michael were close and as Michael can’t leave the house it may be nice for him to talk to someone that isn’t me.


The next day I leave early to go to work. I want to make sure I have enough time to stop by the coffee shop in the hopes of catching Calum. I don’t even know if he’ll be working this morning, but it’s worth a try.

I walk through the door, the sweet aroma of coffee engulfs me. There’re not many people in the shop this morning. Weird, as there is usually never a shortage of people grabbing their morning coffee.

I recognise him immediately. His tall form towering over the counter in front of him.

I approach the counter. He straightens up and gives me a warm smile.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” he says cheerily. Clearly forced on his part due to it being early in the morning.

I realised that I didn’t want any coffee, but I couldn’t not buy anything.

“Just a chocolate muffin please” I smile, pulling out my purse from my bag.

He smiles and goes to get my muffin. I hand over the money to him, for once I had the correct change.

“Thank you, Calum right?” I say.

He slowly nods his head, confusion washing over his face.

I noticed he wasn’t wearing a name badge. Oh god he must think I’m weird.

“I don’t mean to be rude but how do you know my name?” he asks warily.

Well it’s now or never.

“You’re Michael’s friend right?” I say.

His face goes blank, his eyes holding a cold stare. He takes a deep breath.

“Look. If you’ve come to make fun of him, or me I sug-”

“Why would I make fun of him?” I cut him off, genuinely confused.

“Never mind” he brushes me off. “Who are you exactly?” he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Oh, I’m Y/N I just moved into Michael’s apartment” I say, like that would explain anything. I really should’ve planned this a bit better.

“Look I’m here because, Michael misses you and he wants to see you” I say.

His glare intensifies. “If you think this is some kind of sick joke.” he growls.

“It’s not I swear. I know he died and this must sound crazy, but he’s still there. He was looking at you Facebook profile earlier. I pretended not to notice but it’s obvious you were his best friend. I’m sure he wants to see you please. It must suck to have to stay in that shitty apartment 24/7. Please I just want to make him happy.” I say desperately.

Calum stares at me blankly as he contemplates my words.

“Fine, but if you’re lying I swear to god-” he says sternly.

“Thank you” I smile, thankful that he had somewhat believed my crazy story.

“I’ll stop by this afternoon.” he says, he seemed deep in thought.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this “I say as I walk out the door and head to work.

I return home from work to find Michael in his usual spot on the couch. I swear he is going to make my electricity bill go through the roof with all the Xbox playing. “Hey” he shouts as he hears me come through the door.

“Hey” I say as I come and slump down on the couch next to him.

“How was work?” he asks, his eyes remain focused on the screen.

“Boring as fuck” I say. He chuckles

There is a knock at the door. It must be Calum. I get up to open the door, I look over to Michael who was now stood in the corner of the room, staring at the door.

I open it. Calum is stood there, his face unreadable. I open the door, gesturing for him to come in.

I hear Michael gasp from his corner. I look over to him, his eyes are wide as he stares at Calum. Calum looks around the room, it’s obvious he doesn’t see Michael standing there.

“So where is he?” he asks bluntly, looking at me. I don’t answer him.

“Michael why can’t he see you?” I say looking at the boy stood wide eyed in the corner.

“Because I’m not letting him see me” he mutters in explanation.

I raise my eyebrow at him.

Calum looks confused, which is understandable as from his point of view I’m talking to a wall.

I hear Calum gasp beside me, I assume Michael has decided Calum can see him.

“Michael?” Calum breaths in disbelief.

“It’s good to see you man” Michael says walking towards Calum. Calum goes to hug Michael but his arms go straight through him. Michael smiles sadly, obviously wanting to hug his best friend.

“You’re a g-ghost” Calum stutters, obviously trying to process the situation he had found himself in.

“Well no shit Sherlock” Michael chuckles. Calum laughs as well.

“What are you doing here man? I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Y/N came by work this morning looking for me-” Calum begins.

Michael’s head turns to look at me. His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t read.

“You found Calum for me?” Michael says in disbelief. He looked like he was about to cry but he was holding it back.

“Well.” I shrugged. I could see Calum’s gaze flickering between us out of the corner of my eye. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to catch up” I smile as I walk out of the apartment. I had no idea where I was going to go, maybe just a walk in the park, I just needed to stop being a third wheel and let them catch up.


Was just browsing Kaolu’s old photo sharing accounts working on an upcoming photoset and found this gem! For those who don’t know, the lovely girl by Kaolu’s side is SAYAKA, a fellow hair make artist for visual kei bands.

For a little taste of her work, here’s Takeru in the February edition of KERA from 2014 (I believe) –

Anyway thought some of you guys might think it cool to match a face to a name :)