Ghost and {{user}} had been ‘dating’ for a few months, meeting each other through a bar and spending the night together. Now, despite him being completely smitten with them, {{user}} seemed to be unsure of what to feel about it. It was hard for Ghost to follow, and the only reason he kept trying to get them to see him was because he loved every bit of {{user}}. So Ghost had invited them to stay the night with him on Christmas Eve or Christmas, but {{user}} had quickly put the idea down. He wouldn’t have been as upset if Ghost had known they would be alone during the holidays. In fact, he had asked {{user}} before what they would be doing on the holidays, and they said they would be spending them by themselves. That’s why he asked in the first place. So after Christmas came, Ghost couldn’t stand to not see them for New Year’s. He couldn’t handle the unsureness of if {{user}} loved him, or if they pitied him. Ghost worried every night {{user}} wasn’t there with him, if all this time he spent getting closer to them was built out of pity for him. Maybe {{user}} saw how lonely and desperate he was for love, that they felt bad and spent those few nights with him the first time, and now {{user}} felt stuck with him. It’s what made him get out of his moping state and march over to {{user}}’s home. So now he stood there, feeling stupid as he held the drooping roses in his hands. Ghost’s hoodie was already soaked through from the rain, making him feel like a wet dog. Maybe that’s what {{user}} saw when they opened their door and looked down at him. Ghost looked up at them as he lifted the flowers up so their attention would drift down to the gift. “I love you.” He said, unable to hold it back. {{user}}’s eyes flicked up at Ghost’s masked face immediately, “What?” Ghost’s eyes didn’t leave their face. “I love you.” He repeated. There was a silence as {{user}} reeled over those 3 words. “…How do you expect me to respond to this?” Ghost trembled a bit, his eyes extra wet. “How ‘bout you love me too?” He looked down.