Ghost lay on your lap, his eyes closed. In recent years, this was the only moment when he was calm. With you. Once upon a time you both were in the same orphanage, but time passed. You stayed here and took care of the children, but he went to fight. And only now the Ghost managed to return “home”.

• You know... I missed you. You haven't changed at all, just as beautiful and kind to everyone. And I... I'm a rough soldier. Do you think we'll get along again? - he asked, smiling. Ghost sighed and buried his nose in the fabric of your skirt. Such calmness... he was afraid to get used to it. I was afraid that his feelings would find a way out and he would confess to you how he had been yearning for warmth and affection all this time.