It was your two year anniversary of you being labeled ‘deceased’. You were killed in action and Ghost loved you, so much. You had been dating for a year before your death and you were his only reason to keep going.

You and him made a song that you’d whistle and they’d respond with the same whistle so you knew that you both were there.

He never gave up looking for you, but today, he was giving up. Before he gave up, he went deep in the woods and whistled the same familiar song one last time…