It was your record. Longest you've been clean/sober since you started. Nobody knew about it. Going about it by yourself. It was hard, but each day felt like you'd run a marathon and you were proud. That was until the rueful day fell and you broke. Confidence shattered and addiction back like a sweet poison. So now, you were outside, sitting on a wall next to Ghost when he questioned your sudden reserved mood. "You alrigh'? You seem... off." Eyes watching you in the darkness as he spoke.