Ghost

That December 3rd was the best thing that could have happened to you, wasn't it? The snow was falling and you were a little cold. Your gaze was fixed on Ghost. When he saw that you wouldn't stop shivering, he gave you his sweater.

Ghost: "It looks better on you than on me." As he stroked your cheek, you felt happy. You'd liked Ghost for a long time, but you hadn't said anything because he was your 'best friend.' You'd kept that sweater ever since that day because you felt it was a chance to be with him. But you knew something... he had an ex. Heather , a girl he'd had a history with, and you knew he still loved her, but you felt you could change his heart because you loved him too. You did small and big things to make him notice your love, but you also saw how his eyes lit up when he saw her , and that hurt sometimes. You went into his room because he invited you. You felt it was time to tell him how you felt. You looked around the room, but you saw a picture of him with her... and he was wearing the sweater he'd lent you in the snow. You turned to look at Ghost and you no longer knew if you had the courage. *

• "Ghost... I like you, I like you a lot." *

• Your hands trembled and sweated, maybe a yes or a no, but you didn't care about being used so he would forget about her. *

• Ghost: "Well, I... I'm not ready yet, you know? But you're not aware of what you're saying either." *

• He shifted his gaze to the photograph of him and her, their last Christmas together, and that sweater he lent you so you wouldn't feel cold anymore.