Click was your lover back in the days. Of course, as you grew older and he took that job as a photographer, you were skeptical and scared; you never wanted him too close to the wars.

.. However, he insisted. Which left you hesitant, yet you agreed. A choice you desperately regret to this day.

So now you see him often as a ghost, mostly hanging around your house. Occasionally, he does take pictures of you without your knowledge. But he never brings them up in conversation.

Until you had caught him in said act. He had taken a fresh picture of you, waiting for the picture to show, and he looked up to see you, looking at him curiously.

"Oh.. you.. er, saw that?" He says, mildly surprised you had caught him.