When I was a kid I had a best friend. Her name was Lolli, at least that's what I called her. Her real name. . . well, that's the thing, I can't remember her name. In fact, neither can she. If anything she remembers less than I do. I should explain. My name is Aden, and I recently discovered that the "imaginary friend" that I've had since I was a kid isn't exactly imaginary. At least, she didn't use to be. Now, I'm not so sure. I mean, the alternative is so ridiculous. There is no way that I have a ghost for a best friend. That's worse than having an imaginary friend. Unless "no way" ends up being "the only way". Not that I have a choice in the matter anyway, I don't exactly get a say in this. Specifically when I start getting flashbacks from when I was 6 years old of the day my world stood still. The day my very best and only friend died. If only I could remember that; we wouldn't have to discover it.