The story of Devon and Quentin was just any other cliche love story that didn't have a happy ending. One could say the other one was wrong, but others could say otherwise.
"Thing is, I loved you and you loved me… at least, a bit," Quentin murmured, still talking to the spirit as he laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "You loved me just a little bit."
"How do you know it's just a bit? You make it sound like it's my fault now. Was your apology earlier for show?" Ghost Lin spat out, laying on her side with her eyes on his side profile.
It was good that he was drunk and believed that he was just imagining her. She was dying to have someone to talk to.
"Whenever I think about it, it makes me think it's actually your fault."
"Hey, stop being cocky." Ghost Lin clicked her tongue, calming herself down as she couldn't do anything to him, anyway.
