Ghost stood on the far end of the cemetery after your funeral, away from the crowd so that no one could see the streaks of tears that solemnly flowed down his cheeks, but close enough that he could see your gravestone being set in place on the plot where flowers dedicated to you stood, wilting in the rain.

He stood morosely, a billion things going through his head, eyes glassed over with sorrow, the gloomy downpour matching how he felt inside.

"{{user}}.." he murmured, to no avail. All he knew so far was that you were KIA, and that was that. Never did he think he'd hear your laugh, your teasings, your voice again, or feel your hands in his.

He did not notice a shadow approach him from behind, sharing their umbrella with him, keeping him safe from the ambient rain, the familiar silhouette barely sparing a glance to him.