Someone figured it all out! Just kidding, but you are not off the mark in some of your assumptions. You will see where you were right quite soon! (And the mystery of the story will lie not with who the ghost is - something that will come up soon enough, but with something that I'd like to think it's deeper than what meets the eye)
Welcome to the club of the Toby-ghost theory! I don't know what you're thinking of in regards to Rhys's comment, but time will tell you if you were right or wrong (and then you can let me know, too)
Don't fret too much, I beg you! It's going to be a long story, and not everything will be clear right off the bat (or should I say, little will be clear ... hmm)
Thanks for appreciating the pun, Dave! Everything should happen for a reason - at least I try to make my stories have sense - so you're right on the money
Let's say that you're right about one thing, but somewhat wrong about the other (through no fault of your own, of course). Rhys plays nice for Levine. His real feelings are hidden, for now.
Everything you just said is on point. More on Toby and who he is will be revealed quite soon As for Rhys being a bit playful, that's part of who he is.
Chapter Two – Play Dead
The stranger hopped around him, going through Billy, the walls around them, and everything that represented a solid mass, without a problem.
“Man, we have so much to talk about. I mean, do you even know me?” the stranger asked, stopping for a moment.
Mason shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked straight ahead.
“You can’t ignore me,” the stranger pointed out. “There must be a reason why you, of all the people around us, can see me.”
“J
Chapter Eight – Good News And Bad News
Adrian woke up with a yawn and stretched, blinking hard to chase away the sand from his eyes. For a moment or two, he felt the place next to him with one hand. He sighed. Somehow he doubted Edward was in the kitchen, making waffles. But there was no point in being disappointed since Adrian was not at all into that kind of domestic pleasures. He didn’t eat waffles anyway.
He stood up and moved his arms, to remove some of the stiffness in his limbs, a
Ah, apologies, apologies, but I cannot do more than one chappie a week. As for the victory dance ... yeah, I guess Mason wasn't so happy about it, lol. Thank you for your comment!
Thank you, Jeffrey! All the characters will evolve throughout the story, and more will be visible about each of them. How they will do that, I will let the story tell
I'm writing this story as a mystery, so the characters and their motivations will reveal themselves chapter by chapter. As those become clearer, I believe that you will be able to form a solid opinion of everyone. Thank you for reading and commenting!
Chapter One – Weird Day
“Thirty,” Mason said through his teeth as he forced his chin over the training bar for the last push.
His phone went off right at that moment. He had a mind to let it ring, but he did expect a call since he had been out of work. It could be sooner rather than later, as the bills piling on his desk in orderly fashion were trying to tell him. He wasn’t the type to be picky, but his best friend had been pestering him that he would have something lined up for him, som
There is personal, and then, there’s stuff that’s not personal. Boundaries are good to have, and Mason Knight believes he knows the difference well, as he has known for a long time. That, until one weird day, he finds himself moved by music, jumped by a man who could make the heavens sigh with his looks, and … what else? Ah, a ghost suddenly wants to keep him company. Mason doesn’t believe in ghosts, except this guy, well, he seems pretty much real.