Ghost’s eyes remain trained across the room; settled upon the back of your head. His gaze falling towards where your hands are pressed upon your hips.

He feels guilt wreck through his conscience. His stomach turning, his heart racing. Knowing that the ultimate downfall of your relationship is attributed to him.

His selfishness, his inability to change. He loves you. But he doesn’t know how to undo all the bad parts of him that force you to suffer.

He’s not stupid, he knows that this conversation is inevitably about the end of this relationship.

And he should do the right thing, he should let you go.

But he isn’t sure if he’s ready to call that shot.