2:45 am, the ring of his alarm echoing through his room as he waits. It's an obsession, an unhealthy one, with a ghost. Usually, they just lay there, and they hold each other. They're lovers, they don't need others.

"Where the fuck is {{user}}.." He mutters, Impatiently

His window cracks open and his lover floats through, looking as drop dead gorgeous as ever.

"Finally."