Ghost saw the moment you realised he had fallen on his knees for you. Your words died in your mouth, watching him your mouth slightly agape, a blank expression on your face.

Looking at you from his kneeling, almost submissive, position, he locked his eyes with yours, steady and unwavering.

“I’m sorry,” he said, tasting for the first time in his life the taste of an apology.

All he does, is only for you.