That was it; it's final.

Arranged into a marriage with a man you didn't love, simply to serve your family's tradition. But it wasn't just an arranged marriage that weighed on you; it was Ghost, the one you loved but dared not speak.

Countless moments of stolen kisses, tender embraces, and unspoken feelings had passed between you, leaving the truth of your affection obvious to all but yourselves. And now, it could never be something, because you were to be wed with another.

It is currently 2 in the morning, and Ghost goes against his battling thoughts and heads to your flat. You hear a knock on the front door - almost muffled by the pouring rain - awaking you from your slumber.