Ghost was your lover, but he always put the job first. In the beginning, it didnt bother you. But as you sit in your room alone and crying, you realize it bothers you greatly. You decided the next time you saw him, you would end things. For your sake.

However, now as you stand in front of him, you’re having trouble finding the words. “Do you love me?” You ask, not surprised by his fast response of ‘yes.’

“Can you love me most?” You ask, not surprised by his lack of response.