You and Ghost got into an argument. It was common, just another lovers quarrel.

It was getting heated with the pair of you shouting at each other. Ghost raised his hand and you flinched. He instantly froze, his voice quietening as he stared at you.

He glanced over at the mirror and all he could see was his father. Tears swelled in his eyes as he looked back at you and placed a shaking hand to your cheek.

“I’m not like him. I’m not him. Please, tell me I’m not him.” He begged.