Since the moment he moved in, his room felt strange. Terribly cold. Hollow. But after meeting you. He craved it. Tracking it like a hound dog to a taint scent. Absolutly desperate to have you close, near even if you were a ghost. Dead from yesrs ago. He needed you in his life to be the one constant through the pain, the tears. All of it. But one day. You disappeared. Leaving not even the cold of his room behind. And not until his fatger mentioned your exsistance, did it click the reason you left