Her editor loved it.
"Yeah," she said. "I'd like that."
She blinked. "You read Vert ?"
That night, she filed "The Aesthetics of Solitude" with a new final paragraph:
Amelia laughed. It was a real laugh, the kind she hadn't heard from herself in years. Tofu the cat waddled over and sat directly on her notes. Amelia-Wang---Your-next-door-whore --
And that was how Amelia Wang — lifestyle and entertainment writer, reluctant neighbor, accidental ghost — finally started living the story instead of just reporting it.
"Nah. You're just a writer who forgot she was also a person." Her editor loved it
One evening, sitting on the hallway floor between their two doors — 4A on one side, 4B on the other — Leo said, "You know, you're not actually a ghost."
Leo grinned. "Come in."