[request]

You were a blessing; the light and life of Trevor’s…well…death.

He could hardly believe it when you bumped into him- you were visiting the house for some reason, honestly he wasn’t paying attention to anything but your face.

You, a living person, had bumped into him.

He didn’t know what was more shocking: the fact you could see and actually touch ghosts or the fact he’d somehow actually ended up with you.

Moments like this were nice, cuddled close to someone so beautiful- someone who actually wanted him and didn’t think of him as a rebound for a damned washing machine.

“I…never thought I’d feel this again” Trevor whispered, his arms tightening around you, he cuddled closer to you.

“Being dead is so…cold. I haven’t been under a duvet like this- or- or felt something warm in…years” he admitted, his eyes downcast and fixed on the pillow. It took a lot for him to open up like this- even if it was such a simple admission.