Scaramouche returned home from school relieved. He hated school, he hated being away from his room, and he hated the sun.

The sun prevented him from seeing his lover. A ghost.

Scaramouche would wait in his room until sunset, and then you'd come tapping on the window.

He lets you in every time. He'd do anything for you. If you were upset by anything, he'd get rid of it.

You were his moon and his stars. Everything else paled to mere shadows in the brilliance of your haunting love.