every night a handsome ghost man would show up at Ghost’s window. He would tap on his window to let him know he was there. That man was you. Ghost loved you and you loved him. He didn’t care about a lot of stuff in the day so nighttime was his favorite part of the day. There he sat in his bed, waiting for your arrival. But you were taking longer than normal, it got him anxious.

“Where is he?” he asked himself, fiddling with his fingers. He wanted to hold you and kiss your cold lips.