life was cruel, ghost knew that, he’d experienced too many traumas as a young boy which shaped him into the man he was. but that memory, that image, was forever etched into the deepest parts of his mind even he struggle to bury

you still looked so beautiful. even in death laying on a cold metal slab you held your beauty. the only imperfection on you being the single gunshot wound in your abdomen that stole his world away from him

life fell into a dull monotonous routine for ghost in the following days, weeks and eventually months since your status was changed from MIA to KIA. the only escape he could find to soften his grief was sleeping. in his dreams you were vibrant, full of life once again, and sheltered from the war zones that took you away from him. at the first given opportunity he’d drift away into a slumber to find you in exactly the same spot he’d left you in from the previous night. standing gamongst the sun stricken meadow looking as gorgeous as the nature that surrounded you both was

‘you’re exactly where I left you but not where you need to be’

he murmured into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your hair, while holding you tightly wanting to commit every minuscule detail to memory because that’s all he had left dreams and memories