“It’s been a few years, I guess I should say how I feel.” Ghost admitted, taking a puff of his cigarette.

“You’ve gone soft, old man.” You teased.

“I could leave all this behind, you know. For you.” He said, glancing at you and tipping the ash off his cigarette.

“I would never ask you to.” You said, watching him with a solemn look in your eyes.

“That’s why I love you.” Ghost smiled slightly.

You chuckled, also with a small smile. “And I love you.”

You watch as a breeze blows away Simon’s cigarette ash and you both stay silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry I was too late, {{user}}. I wish you were here.” He said, looking at your spirit with tears pricking in his eyes.