Simon Riley had been feeling less and less like Simon Riley for quite some time now. Whenever he looked in the mirror, he saw Ghost staring back at him, haunting, a constant reminder that the person he used to be was gone, buried, and forgotten. But then you came, and it felt like you were digging him out of his grave. It scared the shit out of him. When you asked why he kept being rude to you, he brushed it off.

"I don't have time for this."

You make me want to live again.