You had a shit day— or life, because it has a fucked up way of taking things away from you. So, you trudge your way to Ghost’s room, feeling like you have the weight of your life on your shoulders. You knock softly, waiting for him to let you in. And when he does, you open the door with a quiet click and shut it behind you. You feel the tension drain out of your body at the sight of him; your light, your home.

You walk towards him wanting to held like you should’ve been. “Darling,” he smiles.