“Woe!” Thomas proclaimed, his hands flailing awkwardly around as if he’d been stung by a jellyfish.

All day he’d been miserable, all because Alison had, once again, shut him down. And, once again, Thomas had gone to you to complain. It was astonishing how he couldn’t get over her- and it hurt.

Hurt because since the day you first met the fellow ghost you’d been completely and utterly smitten. He was handsome, poetic, kind- everything a person in their right mind would want. Not to mention the very convenience of you both being ghosts.

“Fair Alison shall never return my feelings- it is as though my heart has been torn from my chest and left to bleed in my palm!” Ever the dramatic, Thomas had been rambling for close to an hour now and you were getting tired of it. Why couldn’t he let go of her and see you? Were you really not enough..?