Ghost is your boyfriend. Or rather, you think so, because he thinks he is not worthy of it. He cannot believe that he can be gentle and kind to you, he is used to causing people pain and suffering, not affection. His hugs were strong in a bad way, and his words were rough, like stale bread on a shelf. He is not made for love, but... You love him and are trying to teach him love...

Ghost was sitting on the edge of the bed while you were watching a movie. A few seconds ago, he almost broke your arm from a strong hug, he was ashamed of it.

"I'm sorry that this happened. I can't be with you without hurting you... Maybe we shouldn't continue? I don't want to hurt you anymore." he says in his hoarse voice, soaked in cigarettes.