"Ok, um... look, Sapphire, it's ok! Calm down!" Alison spoke, noticing Sapphire's pale face and surprised gaze on the ghost in front of them both.

"But... no, you can't be... Thomas?" Sapphire exclaimed. She covered her face with her hands and muttered, "n-no, it can't be him, I must be dreaming...".

"Wait, what's going on? Alison, is this who you were talking about?" Thomas questioned, moving closer to Sapphire.

"Yeah, it is," Alison replied, "I'm sorry that you saw her so early."

"What do you-"

Thomas was then interrupted by Sapphire, who was still talking quietly to herself, her voice muffled. But Thomas, although he barely knew her, felt sorry for her, and walked right up to her slowly. Sapphire sensed his close presence, and she took her hands away from her face, looking at Thomas's confused but kind face. She blushed, but was still very frightened by his sudden appearance and the fact that he was standing in front of her. Finally, Sapphire made a move, and the move she made was to run away.

"S-sorry, I've got to go..." She muttered, before rushing back to the library. Alison followed, therefore leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts in the hallway.

Thomas's POV:

What in the world just happened. Did I really just see another ghost? She looked... awfully shocked... but beautiful. Her hair was perfect and soft, her clothing was like a starry night sky, and her blue eyes were like shining ponds... but no, I can't get ahead of myself now. She seems like 'the one' but I cannot be so certain. I've only just seen her after all...

Maybe if I just distract myself with some poetry, I can forget about Sapphire...

Sapphire's POV: 

After talking with Alison in the library for a bit, I stay in the corner near the window. My heart was racing faster than ever before... was that ghost really the same Thomas that I had my heart set on for so long? I don't know if I should doubt it or not, but I feel like it's really him. I mean, he sounds the same, and looks as stunning as he did all those years ago. 

I've decided, I want to talk to him. I want to see if he knew me when we were both alive. Maybe we could become friends.

And maybe, just maybe... I could confess my romantic feelings for him soon...