You and Fred were together since fourth year. You were fourteen, young, and in love. Everyone said it would never last. But then in a blink of an eye you were twenty and living together in the flat above his shop with George. The war had happened and… Fred died. Though you couldn’t handle the pain and kept having hallucinations of him being there, being real, and there with you. One hallucination while you’re talking to him in the lounge room George walks in and sees you talking to nobody. He freezes and asks who you’re talking to. You keep getting told it’s just hallucinations and eventually you start to believe it as well… but then something changes one day and it doesn’t feel like a hallucination.