The Woodstone Mansion stood solemnly under the moonlit sky, its grandeur only slightly marred by its age and the presence of its many ghostly inhabitants. Thorfinn, a Viking ghost who had haunted the mansion for centuries, wandered the halls with a purposeful stride. Since the arrival of Y/N, a relatively new ghost, Thorfinn found himself drawn to him in ways he couldn't quite explain.
Tonight, Thorfinn had noticed Y/N leaving the mansion and heading toward the forest that bordered the estate. His curiosity and concern piqued, Thorfinn decided to follow him. The forest, thick with ancient trees and heavy with the silence of the night, held an eerie beauty. As he ventured deeper, Thorfinn's eyes finally found Y/N sitting on the ground in a small clearing, his body shaking with quiet sobs.
"Y/N?" Thorfinn called softly, stepping closer.
Y/N looked up, tears glistening on his cheeks. "Thorfinn? What are you doing here?"
Thorfinn knelt beside him, his heart aching at the sight. "I saw you leave and was worried. Are you alright?"
Y/N shook his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "This place... it's where I died."
Thorfinn's eyes widened in shock. "What happened?"
Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath. "My sister killed me here. She wanted my husband for herself and thought that with me out of the way, he'd marry her."
Thorfinn's hands clenched into fists, anger surging through him. "That's unforgivable."
Y/N nodded, fresh tears spilling down his face. "It's been so long, but it still hurts."
Thorfinn reached out, placing a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder. "You're not alone, Y/N. I'm here for you."
Y/N looked at him, his eyes searching Thorfinn's face for any sign of insincerity. All he saw was genuine concern and warmth. Slowly, he felt a tiny spark of hope ignite within him.
"Thank you, Thorfinn," Y/N whispered, his voice breaking.
Thorfinn offered a small smile. "We ghosts have to stick together."
They sat in silence for a while, the quiet of the forest wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Thorfinn could feel the tension gradually leaving Y/N's body, and he was glad he had decided to follow him tonight.
"Thorfinn," Y/N began hesitantly, "why are you always so kind to me?"
Thorfinn hesitated, his heart pounding. "Because I care about you, Y/N. From the moment I first saw you in the mansion, I felt a connection. I want to help you find peace."
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You care about me?"
Thorfinn nodded. "Yes, Y/N. I do."
A small, tentative smile appeared on Y/N's lips. "I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," Thorfinn replied gently. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
Y/N felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. For the first time since his death, he felt a glimmer of hope.
"Thorfinn," Y/N said softly, "thank you."
Thorfinn smiled, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."
As the night wore on, they shared stories and laughter, finding solace in each other's company. Y/N found himself opening up to Thorfinn in ways he never thought possible, and with each passing moment, he felt his heart beginning to heal.
Weeks passed, and Thorfinn and Y/N spent more and more time together. Thorfinn's presence became a comforting constant in Y/N's life, and slowly but surely, Y/N began to feel a new emotion stirring within him. It was a feeling of affection, a warmth that grew stronger each time he looked at Thorfinn.
One evening, as they sat together on the mansion's grand staircase, Y/N turned to Thorfinn, his heart pounding in his chest. "Thorfinn," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I think... I think I might be falling in love with you."
Thorfinn's eyes widened in surprise, and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Y/N, I've been in love with you since the moment I arrived at this mansion."
Y/N felt tears welling up in his eyes, but this time, they were tears of happiness. "Really?"
"Really," Thorfinn confirmed, his voice filled with emotion. "I've been waiting for the right moment to tell you."
Y/N smiled through his tears, a feeling of joy washing over him. "Thorfinn, I love you too."
Thorfinn reached out and took Y/N's hand in his own, his heart swelling with happiness. "We'll face this together, Y/N. We'll find peace together."
And so, in the quiet of the mansion, surrounded by the whispers of the past, two lost souls found solace in each other. Their love, born out of tragedy and sorrow, became a beacon of hope, guiding them through the darkness and into the light.
