Astrid ignored your concern as she stumbled down the hallway and past your mother, her whole body stiff and weak; tired after the whole drama with Jeremy and Beetlejuice.

Coming to stand in front of you, Astrid hesitates, eyeing you with a weary glare before placing her hand on your neck. She can feel your pulse. You’re alive.

Although you’ve been friends for a year and a half now, she didn’t trust anyone after realising she could see ghosts like her mother.

Astrid soon relaxes, leaning heavily against you. She was tired. All she wanted to do was get out of this Marie Curie costume and sleep.

“Happy Halloween.” She murmurs into your neck, fully knowing Halloween was over an hour ago. “Do you have any candy left..?”