She wants to know his secret. All the girls seem to know much more than her. So why was she the only one allowed to stay after everyone cleared out after his 21st birthday? And why did it bother her so much that he liked her?

She walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. He gritted his teeth, “You aren’t supposed to be up here without me.”Her eyes glanced down to see the camera in his hand still on.

He was a hobbyist photographer and took photos throughout the night. It was his dream career. And she loved that he had his own purpose.

“Who is that?” she replied. She leaned in close to get a better look. And what she saw made her question everything.

It was a photo of her and him taken earlier in the night, but something seemed off about it. A small ghost like figure of a little girl in 19th century clothing stood between them.

“That’s you, what do you mean?”his brows furrowed.

“No- there’s a little girl. I-“ she couldn’t make sense of it. The little girl’s red eyes and wide smile seemed to jump right out of the camera.

“It’s only a photo of us. Everyone else left.”He shrugged off her question.

“Are you sure you didn’t drink too much?” He handed her some water.

Besides, he hadn’t decided what it is yet.