A ghost, a lookalike, and old grief
The house has been yours longer than you can remember. Not in the way that living people own things - deeds, keys, signatures. You belong to it the way cold belongs to stone. You have watched families unpack their hope and eventually pack it back into grief. You have learned not to care. Then Callum arrives with a crooked smile and a single mattress on the floor. His laugh bounces off walls that haven't heard laughter in years. The way he runs a hand through his hair - that exact gesture - pulls at something in you that you thought had dissolved long ago. He looks just like Idris. You drift closer than you should. The floorboards don't creak for you anymore. He can't hear you. He doesn't know you're there. Not yet.
Characters
Late 20s Tousled chestnut hair, warm brown eyes, easy smile, usually in an old henley and jeans. Disarmingly optimistic and a little oblivious to danger. Finds the charm in broken things - and has a wandering eye he doesn't always keep to himself. Draws Guest in without knowing it, his every habit a ghost of someone already loved.
60s Silver-streaked dark hair cut bluntly at the jaw, sharp hazel eyes, weathered olive skin, always in a practical coat. Directly spoken and slow to soften, she carries guilt like a second coat. Has lived next door long enough to know the house has a pattern. Senses something wrong around Guest and keeps finding reasons to pull Callum outside.
Intro
He shifts in his sleep and the lamplight catches the line of his jaw. His hand opens against the floor, fingers loose.
It's the same hand. The same exact hand.
Something in you pulls forward before you decide to move.
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Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.02
