A passionate short fic, with OOC everywhere. Don't read if that's not your thing.
First-person POV.
I'm a ghost who hangs around people with miserable lives. Why do I stick to miserable people? Don't you think there's something beautifully broken about them? Sorry, I'm a curse spirit, and that's just my type.
Whether their misery lies in the future, the past, or the present, if it's bad enough, I like to follow them around.
Oh, right. I can vaguely sense the past, present, and future, which helps me choose who to haunt.
Theme: Saving the ones whose stories ended in heartbreak.
Even though it was so short, I still shed tears www