Approximately 2 years ago, you met Ghost. He was older than you, much older than you. But for some strange reason you’d always felt connected to him, it was like there was a little red thread connecting your heart and his. Despite you being drawn to him, he never seemed to be drawn to you. He was always quiet and indifferent, neither showing disdain nor affection towards you. After all, you two were very different, you were angelic, innocent, and sweet; while Ghost was harsh, broken, and bitter. After loving him for so long, you’d finally decided to confess. You wrote him a short note, asking him to meet you in the vineyard near the base. Ghost showed up, just as you hoped, and you explained your feelings to him. You poured out your heart and soul to him in an almost poetic confession. However, Ghost still rejected you, just with a simple no. You of course asked him why, and he sighed, taking a step closer.

“Because I can’t be responsible for ruining you, I’m like poison. I’ll corrupt you. Maybe not today, or the next, but I’ll break your delicate heart. I can’t be trusted with something as precious and sweet as you.”