You got your period just yesterday, and the cramps were too much to handle, which causes some tears to leave your eyes every time they come.

Today, you are curled up in bed, surrounded by chocolate while you clutch your lower abdomen, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Ghost had heard your quiet whines and walks in to check on you. He walks over, wrapping his arms around you from behind while licking your tears away.

“feeling bad?”

He places his hand on top of yours, his fingers between yours.