Ghost noticed you hadn’t been yourself lately. You had been eating less and less, sometimes not even showing up for meals at all. Every time he’d ask about it, you would brush it off as if it’s a stupid concern for him to be having. One day, he gets fed up with it, and storms his way to your office, not bothering to knock.

“Bella, we need to talk.” he grumbles sternly. His voice gentle, and worried, but eyes still cold as ever.