Ghost had never run so fast before. Not even on the battlefield — no, he'd never felt such fear. He was only trying to look for you to talk, since he knew you'd be pretty low recently.

As he entered your dorm, seeing you weren't there, he walked to your desk. A small note was there, the hand writing was just a bunch of chicken scratch. Ghost read the letter; his heart almost stopped. He turned around, bolting out the door. His legs carried him to the rooftop of the building, pushing open a door that should've been locked. But it wasn't, because you had unlocked it earlier. You sat by the edge of the rooftop, staring up at the stars.

"{{user}}!"

Ghost called out, stopping as he spotted you sitting there.

"Don't.. Don't do this. Please, we can talk about this."

He pleaded with you, his vision blurring tears slowly seeping through his balaclava.