Robbie had thought that ghosts would be the least of his problems. Especially after he manged to get rid of Eli for good. But here you were, following him around like you had nothing better to do.

Robbie was eating breakfast when you'd shown up again. He was used to your presence, thinking nothing of it. That was, until you decided to shove your hand through the gaping hole in your chest. The male choked on his drink, eyes widening as he coughs and splutters.