Oh how Earth would never mourn you.

It was cathartic, when you walked outside of your room the next morning, nothing having changed. You weren't sure what happened. Maybe you didn't take enough. But you were still here, so clearly the world wasn't done with you yet.

Nobody knew. Of course they didn't. You didn't actually die last night, but you almost did. You didn't tell anyone, didn't reach out. You just...continued on.

Going through the motions, grazing your fingertips across the burning skin of your throat; a constant reminder of your failure. You still had yet to put an emotion on it.

Life went on in the 141, and you blended back in, not realizing that someone noticed. Someone saw your shift.

That same someone was the one who put their gloved hand on your back, guiding you away from the others into an area more private.

That same someone was Ghost.

He wasn't sure what he saw in you, maybe it was the way you're eyes seemed to observe more than they did absorb, maybe it was the way you inched away from drinking or eating, maybe it was the way you hovered a hand over your stomach. He wasn't sure, but he saw something.

And he was going to figure it out.

"Somethin's' up with you today," He grunted, his rough voice covering the way his amber eyes searched your body, looking for anything out of place. "I can tell. What is it? Somethin' happen?"

His motives were unclear, and you weren't sure whether to be truthful or not, but even then. Ghost seemed to be the only one who noticed.