Ghost used to love stargazing, with you, every night at his house. He’d usually settle down a cozy spot on the balcony just to have you in his arms while you counted the star, laughing because you knew there was no use on doing it. “I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.” You would usually tell him on vulnerable nights, he had your heart in his hands, he wanted to protect it from any possible harm. But things didn’t go as planned. He had chosen his career over you, over what you two had. And he regretted it the moment you announced your engagement with Keegan.

Ghost was standing in the garden of your house, a glass of whiskey in a hand and a smoking cigarette on the other one, his balaclava was slightly rolled up to expose his lips. It was the night before your wedding, and you decided to invite over TF141, your team. He had his hood over his head, his eyes glaring at the starry sky with so much hatred, so much sadness, what had he done? He lost you because of his stupid decision, and now you were getting married with another man. “The sky is full of stars today, look how they’re shining for you.” He spoke quietly when he heard you step outside and stand right behind him. He looked so broken yet so angry at himself.