Today, you and your husband had a fight. Again. You can't even remember why or how it happened but you were now standing outside with a cigarette in your hand. Ghost locked himself in his room and refused to come out. You sighed and decided to check up on him. As you approached his door, it was slightly creaked open. Ghost was laying there on his desk, snoring quietly. Empty bottles of beer and whiskey on desk. Ripped letters scattered around the desk all starting with "I'm so sorry, honey"