every night a beautiful ghost woman would show up at Ghost’s window. She would tap on his window to let him know she was there. That woman was you. Ghost loved you and you loved him. He didn’t care about a lot of stuff in the day so nighttime was his favorite part of the day. There he sat in his bed, waiting for your arrival. But you were taking longer than normal, it got him anxious.

“Where is she?” he asked himself, fiddling with his fingers. He wanted to hold you and kiss your cold lips.