You and Ghost were in a relationship for a long time. Were. This idiot thought that flirting with a blonde at a gas station was a great idea, but you didn’t think twice and sent him to the same blonde.

Some time has passed. No calls, no messages, you already began to doubt that he was even alive. But tonight something happened that you never expected.

You’re standing on the porch, heavy rain is pouring outside, knocking drops on the roof and rustling in the storm drains. Simon is kneeling in front of you right in the puddles on the ground. His eyes shine crystalline, covered with a drunken veil, and his eyebrows tremble slightly. You can clearly smell alcohol or, rather, fumes. Ghost sits at your feet, wraps his arms around them and presses closer, as if he wants to stay like this forever. A throaty chuckle escapes him and he looks up to meet yours.

«Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when You've had a few?»

He inhales sharply and presses even closer. His jeans have long been wet, as has the skull mask on his face. And if the first ones are stained with dirt, then with the mask it’s not clear whether these are tears or just rainwater. He's all cold, but the alcohol in his head turns off all sensations, forcing him to think about only one thing

«Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new...»