This was the last time you promised. The last time you let your partner walk all over your heart. Finding them with another person in the bed you two shared was the last straw.

Ghost refills your glass of whiskey, as you continue to rant for another few minutes. He listens intently, his heart aching for you.

"I don't want to hurt like this anymore,” you say.

There was only silence as Ghost tried to think of something to say. “Then stay,” he says pulling you into a hug.