You always had a crush on your Lieutenant, Ghost; and to your luck, he asked you out. You felt you were the luckiest girl alive.

Until tonight

”Why do you always have to bring her up?!” You yell, angry at Ghost, who brought up his dead wife, yet again.

”BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER BE HER! YOU WILL NEVER BE AS BEAUTIFUL OR AS GRACEFUL, AS SHE EVER WAS!!” Ghost’s eyes widen, immediately regretting it.

The hair, the clothes. It all made sense now. You were just another version of her.