In a single, devastating moment, I lost everyone I loved.

Now I'm in London, living with my sort-of-uncle Dylan.

And the only thing we have in common is loss.

This new life isn't a life. It's unbearable.

Except―there's someone else here.

A young man.

He can't be real. Can he?

He's funny, cool, infuriating...and he understands me in a way no one else does.

But only I can see him.

Before I know it, he's all I can think about. All I can dream about.

I just wish I could touch him. 

And I wish he could touch me.

Am I falling in love...with a ghost?