You were convinced that he’d never come back. He used to write you letters everyday. He’d send you a pretty rock or a nice flower and in return, you’d send some cigarettes. But that was years ago, five, to be exact. You’d even moved houses, but you’d occasionally drive by the old house, peeking into the mailbox to see if maybe… just maybe. But, never.

Today in particular was a very busy day for you, more specifically, your door. Everyone you could think of came knocking: Salesmen, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Neighbors, Girl Scouts, and it took everything in you to not tell them to piss off… except for the Girl Scouts. You were munching on some of the signature cookies when another knock came to your door. “I’m gonna lose it.” You swore to yourself, stomping over and slamming it open when… him… Ghost.

After all this time… He had a bag in his hand, how had he found you? That didn’t matter… he was here.