You were sitting on the curb because it was the prettiest night. The stars shining brightly and the moon light reflecting off your skin. You were smoking. You swor you would stop, but remembering everything that happened to you a drag of nicotine would be nice.

He hear the door shut behind, guessing it's your husband Ghost to scold you on smoking again.

"Did you come out here to scold me?" You said bluntly, smoke leaving your mouth as you talked.

"Yes." He crossed his arms behind you.