"I am sorry. I can't help it, you look so much like..." Amara trailed off. She stood there, her face sad. She couldn't cry, but if she could, there would have been tears running down her cheeks.

Philip/Werewolf/20/Mentions:Amara

"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. But if I may ask what where you doing to the house?"He asked. He wasn't sure if she was ghost or not he had never seen one before.

"I have been staying here for a while now. I missed you, Tom..." she trailed off again and made more noises as if she were crying.

Philip/Werewolf/20/Mentions:Group

"That's awful maybe we or atleast can be friends with you. So you know that your by yourself any more."He said. A strong scent of lavender hit him. He wasn't sure why everything smelled stronger than usual.

"You look so much like my Tom did. What is your last name?" She tried to place a white hand on his chest, forgetting that it would just pass through.

Philip/Werewolf/20/Mentions:Amara

When she touched his chest a small cold ran threw his body. "Umm my last name is jean."He said then took one step back. "How long have you been here?"He asked. "I guess Tom is someone she used to know but do I really look like him?"He thought to himself.

"Thomas Alexander Jean was his name. I have been living here since his death in 1862. Pray, tell me what year it is now." She floated above the floor, looking into Phillip's eyes earnestly.

Philip/Werewolf/20/Mentions:Amara

That name didn't sound familiar, maybe he was just someone that he shared a surname with. "The year is 2018 miss."He said to her looking her in eyes. "Definitely a ghost but why hasn't she moved on?"He thought to himself.

"I think you may be related to him somehow. We planned to build our home here on this very spot, "she said, gesturing to the house.