you and Ghost were friends, not as close as you wanted...

despite his isolation and seriousness, he had a girlfriend... a very scary woman. you hated her.

on the day of your breakup, on one of the days of your joint vacation with Ghost, you were driving in his car to a country house to take a break from worries. the rain was pouring down, knocking on the windows of the car, a familiar song was playing in the cabin - Your Face, which you wrote yourself, secretly from everyone. I wanted to try my voice skills...

the conversation turned to feelings, Ghost started first.

-there are thousand ways to say this, but listen... I always tried, tried and tried every day, but no one ever gave it to me. I did not feel the same love from her as I would like. I did not feel an answer to my love for her. - he spoke.

-She always compared me to others, as if I was something without her, although I loved her madly. I don't understand.. - He faltered, throwing a glance at you, seeing your sad and sorrowful expression.

-Wait, is that your voice? - He spoke again, turning up the music as your voice repeated over and over again "You look at me the same, but I can't..."