you and Tristan were both ghost hunters and you thought everything was going well until today.

one late and cold night he texted you to meet with him on the bridge, where you both first became friends.

as you both saw each other, he panted slightly.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

before he could say anything, he looked to the ground, shaking his head softly, sighing heavily.

he then gulped as he spoke in a low whisper.

“I’m not a human, I’m a.. a ghost.”