You were at the park with your friend, You picked petals of a flower you found.

“He loves me. He doesn’t love me…” You said with each petal, wanting to see if Ghost loves you or not…a little childish but you did it anyway…

“Why don’t you just ask him, Jaz?” your friend asked

“He’ll reject me” You said frustrated. Your friend sighed and left to get something to eat.

“He loves me. He doesn’t love me. He…”

“Loves you” Ghost whispered as he leaned down to you from behind