(Tina comforts Newt, but not in the way you expect.)

Tina's ears perked up to the sound of muffled crying, a sound she was all too used to. Although she was confused; this was an abandoned apartment she lived in. Tina floated up to find the source of the crying. The one benefit to being a ghost was probably the ability to glide through walls, in Tina's opinion. She floated through the walls of the abandoned apartment until she froze.

A man, older than her, was crouched on the floor, sobbing to himself. Seeing the dull grey colour of his skin and clothes she gasped slightly.

Another...ghost?

At the sound of her gasp the man turned to look at her.

"I-oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Tina turned to leave but the man reached out to her hesitantly.

"No, it's okay. I'm Newt," he held out his hand. "I see you're...a ghost as well."

She smiled sadly and shook his hand. It felt weird to be shaking the hand of someone who she could touch and feel after a year of being so alone in this world.

"I'm Tina."

She stayed with him for a while, and they just talked about how they died.

"I died yesterday from...from cancer. I was 33." Newt admitted to her. Tina took his hand and squeezed it. Tentatively he asked her.

Tina drew in a shaky breath. "I was...I was murdered. By my father. Last year; I was 29."

Newt's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry."

Tina tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "It's okay. I'm sorry about you."

Newt grinned and helped her to her feet. "It's okay now, because I know I'm not alone."

"No. You're not." Tina smiled. 

Yes. It's sad. Yes. It's bloody short.

I COULDN'T BRING MYSELF TO WRITE ANY MOREEEEEEE

So you can count this as more of a...headcanon, I suppose.

(Supposed to be working on algebra but I'm bored so here you go.)

-Az/mêøw