It had been a week ever since Ace had cried in her arms, and she'd never felt more connected to a ghost than she did to him. Maybe because she related to his struggles, or maybe it was because of the way he seemed to go back to being his bubbly self as if his whole life hadn't been laced with tragedies. It reminded her so much of herself; someone who swept their emotions behind a mask of nonchalant behavior.

In the span of a week, she'd grown incredibly close to him. He was there for her, and made her feel less lonely. She wondered how she'd cope if- when- he left. It was inevitable for him to leave; they all did. The fact that he had been able to stay with her for a whole week was surprising in itself.

"So," he spoke out one day. "You still haven't told me why you keep having those nightmares. Not trying to pressurise you into telling me, but I don't want to leave without knowing the truth. I'm a nosy person, you see." The last part was added as an attempt at light humour, but she didn't catch on.

A lump formed in her throat; she didn't want to think about him leaving. Not yet. She'd grown too attached, and he was the first person- okay, maybe not a real person- to understand her, to feel the same magnitude of pain she'd been feeling her whole life. From the moment she was born, she'd just been going through the motions. Surviving one day after the other, but not living.

"My story is just like yours," she told him. "It's astonishing, but true. It's like we're one in the same."

He stared at her, his hazel eyes taking her in. She had black hair, just like his. Tanned skin, same as his.

Hazel eyes, just like his own.