You took another drag of your cigarette, clenching the beer bottle in your other hand.

Arthur saw it all happen. His heart breaking, his chest aching. — It has been a month since he passed from tuberculosis on the mountain cliff.

He sat down to you, his ghost body lighting up by the moon. — You looked into his eyes, who were filled with pure worry.

“What happened to you my love?..” Arthur’s voice echoed through your ears.

Oh how much you missed that sound.