Ever since you’d died, Alex couldn’t bring himself to even hear a whisper of your name. He watched you die, and he couldn’t do a thing in his power to help. He knew you were in a better place now, yet the guilt overcame him in the worst ways.

He’s always been a believer of ghosts, and made the choice of ghost hunting. To find you.

Except, that all came to an end when Alex had almost gotten possessed. He stopped his ghost hunts. For good.

But he couldn’t forget you.