In an intoxicated state after a long night of drinking with the team, you sit on Ghost’s lap in his room, playing with his hair and smiling as you drunkenly talk to him about whatever your mind comes up with.

But after a while, that adrenaline feeling of happiness fades away, leaving you with an almost empty and depressing feeling inside. After a moment, Ghost notices, “Baby girl, are you okay?” He asks, his tone soft and gentle as he takes your hands and looks down at you.

You look up at him and still in your drunken state of mind, you begin venting all your feelings,“Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is I’m doing shitty. But I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, ‘I’m doing shitty.’ And they say, ‘Why? What’s wrong?’ And I have to say, ‘I don’t know… all of it?’ So instead when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, ‘I am doing so great.’.”