Ghosts {Closed with Emrys}
They say for ever person there are approximately 7 people who look just like them. This fact was not at the forefront of Staci's mind when she passed a young man who was a dead ringer for her deceased younger brother in the park. She spun around immediately and began shoving her way along the crowded sidewalk, determined to keep him in sight. She was no believer in ghosts. Perhaps it was only a trick of her eyes, but she had to know for certain. "Chris? Christopher Doyle?!" She cried out desperately trying to get his attention. If he would just turn around, if she could just see his face again...




