Ghost and you had spent a lifetime together, enduring all the ups and downs that life throws at you.

Now older, you both sat side by side in the warmth of the evening sun, listening to the laughter of your grandchildren. His once strong hand reached out and held yours, the faint scars from all the battles he's been through decorating his skin like a badge.

"Thank you," he whispered, a faint smile on his lips. "Thank you for giving me a life I didn't deserve."

He gave your own fragile hands a tender squeeze. "I hope that in our next life, I find you sooner."