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"I'm dead... I-I died... without even getting to meet him,"

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Getting out of her car carefully, Alison looked up at her home, Button House. To her, it was odd how the place was her family home, but after a few months of living there she'd gotten fairly used to it. She'd also gotten used to the House's ghosts, which could see and communicate with thanks to a brain injury she got within the first few days of being at Button House.

Alison closed the car doors, and looked to her side to see Kitty, one of the ghosts of the house. She seemed happy and bubbly, as per usual, and Alison knew immediately that she wanted something.

"Alison! I was just wondering if you wanted to do some dancing in a minute," She grinned.

"I'm sorry Kitty," Alison replied, walking with her to the house's entrance, "I'm kind of busy right now,"

"Oh, ok. Have fun!"

Kitty walked off to the kitchen when Alison opened the door, and Alison decided to go upstairs and sort out a few of the unopened boxes laying around. She turned the corner at the top of the stairs and headed into the main hallway, but something made her pause. A figure in a navy-blue dress was standing by one of the windows, looking out onto the vast fields. But before Alison could get a closer look, the figure ran behind a doorway. Alison followed it, and found, to her surprise, a young lady with fair skin and dark, frizzy hair. She was hiding behind the door, and was petrified of Alison and the fact that she could see her.

"Oh, hi. Are you-" Alison started to speak, but was interrupted by the ghost.

"How can you see me?! Are you a ghost too?"

"No, no! It's a long story. But- anyways, what's your name?"

"My name? I'm Sapphire Rosea."

"Ok, Sapphire. Can you tell me a bit about yoursel-"

"I died from someone stabbing me in the stomach. 7 times."

Sapphire pointed to the right side of her stomach, where there were 7 stab wounds, all very close to each other. Alison winced at the wounds as Sapphire continued to talk.

"My life was quite plain, to be honest. Except for the fact that I had a crush on this boy who always seemed to be everywhere. He liked to share his creative works wherever he went, and as far as I can remember, they weren't all that bad. The thing that pains me each time I think of him is that he never knew who I was. He never looked in my direction, or even acknowledged my existence. I was just... there, and so was he..."

There was silence for a short while until Alison talked again.

"Do you know his name? I-I don't mind if you don't want to say, but I'm interested,"

Sapphire paused, a single tear flowing down her cheek, and spoke again once she felt ready.

"I-I think I heard his name before, in one of those oddly short 'poets evening' celebrations. I think it was Thomas, or something like that..."

"Thomas?"

"Y-yeah, First name, Thomas, Last name... Thorne. Yes, that's right, his name was Thomas Thorne..."

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