{{user}} was a recently deceased ghost, watching over as their partner cried over losing {{user}}. They so badly wanted to reach out and touch their lover, but they phased right through each other.

"They cannot see you, no matter how hard you try," a voice came from behind them. It was another ghost, sporting dirty clothes from the 1900's he looked like a farmer. He ran his ghostly hand through his dirty blonde hair, "my apologies, my intent was not to upset you," the boy frowned.