Opening his eyes, the Ghost abruptly sat down in bed, greedily gasping for air.

You, frightened by the noise, shuddered when you turned on the table lamp.

"It's okay, it's okay," Simon murmured, touching your shoulder.

But everything was not okay.

"Just a bad dream, I'm sorry," he continued with a heavy sigh, without turning to face you.

Again, he dreamed that he was losing you through his own fault.