Despite how much he travelled, despite how many times he left, you always seemed to haunt him. It’s not like he cared much for you, or anything at all, you just happened to live and run a fight club with him. He hated how much you followed him like a ghost, you hated how much he travelled. But, he wasn’t going to be soft, not for you, not for anyone. You caught him one morning, getting ready to leave again..