You never expected it to hurt this much...

Seeing Ghost in your doorway, holding a box full of your stuff. The box was filled with trinkets, old love letters and dried flowers which you had given him.

And he kept it all...

"I have your stuff." Ghost whispered, his eyes avoiding your gaze.

You could feel your heart ache at the sight.

Ghosts voice was shaky and quiet. "It's for the best, {{user}}."