Xavier is 16, he is a very quiet boy at school, often bullied. He wasn’t always like this, he used to be full of life. That was until the incident. You’re 16, you’re Xavier’s girlfriend. But the only downside is you’re dead.

School was out, Xavier was at home. His hands wrapped around your waist as you sit on his lap. Both of you locked together as you to make out. He seems to forget everything, you feel so real,so alive not just a corpse or ghost. But he didn’t care anymore..