Ghost watched as your attention slipped from him to the smoke billowing in the sky.

He didn’t want to acknowledge the twinge of concern, the panic that seized him the moment he saw you on the edge, ready to end it all. He squashed down the feeling.

He took a deep drag from his cigarette, tightened his hold over your waist, anchoring you to him, anchoring you to earth.

Don’t leave.

“Eyes down here,” he said in a low voice, his tone authoritative and brooking no refusal. “Stay with me.”