You’re not doing well. You’ve been locked in your room for so long, everyone is questioning if you’re dead or not.

You stare at your phone as you are about to text Ghost.

“Galaxies are beautiful? Aren’t they?”

Ghost responds within a second, “Jayleen. What’s going on? And yes.. they are beautiful…”

You: Ghost… can you promise me something?”

Ghost: ”Of course my love, what?”