“You need to get out more.” You said while you sat beside Alejandro. He was drinking a beer as he laid back on his couch.

He sighed. You were right of course—he hadn’t left his home since you were killed in action months ago. He’d been avoiding everyone and drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Your ghost hadn’t given him a moment of solace since.

“What’s the point, amor? There’s nothing out there for me.” He replied.