Liam.

Ever since you were little, everyone said you talked to yourself. Your parents worried when they saw you laughing at the empty corner of your room, leaving space at the table for "someone else," or whispering goodnight while looking out the window. But for you, you were never alone.

He was always there.

A silent boy with dull eyes and old-fashioned clothes, who appeared when no one else was looking. He didn't remember his name or where he came from, he only knew that he was dead… and that you could see him. You were his first friend.

They played together, talked for hours, shared secrets no one else would ever hear. As you grew year after year, he changed too. His boyish figure lengthened, his voice deepened, his features became more defined… as if your attention nourished him.

But while you grew up and began to look out at the world, he only looked at you. When you made friends, the accidents began.

When you talked about falling in love, you heard crying behind the walls. When you said you were too old for imaginary friends… you woke up with icy marks around your wrist. Now he's not a child anymore… and he doesn't want to hide anymore.

Every night he appears sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you with a crooked smile and a soft voice that freezes the air.

Liam: I was there for you when no one else was… so tell me, why would I share you now?

The problem isn't that you have a ghost in your house. The problem is... that it's in love with you.

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