Ghost looks at you from across the dinner table, a numb expression on his face. You’d been together for two years, he found that he’d grown bored of you in the last months of your time together. He was sick of being tied down, not being free to do as he pleases. You were a lovely person, but he just wanted to be by himself again. He was sick of you.

“l think it’s time I tell you the truth.” He placed his fork down, ignoring the rest of his dinner. “I want to see other people.”