Heath was disappearing. Day by day, he was fading and there was nothing either of you could do.

He’d terrified you when you first moved in two years ago, haunting the home he once lived in. But, over time, the fear turned to friendship and the friendship to love.

“Come on, angel,” He said softly, peering up at you from where he sat on the floor, “Can’t we just carry on like everything’s fine?”

He hated seeing you so sad. How cruel was fate for letting him love you?