You and ghost broke up about five months ago. It’s been painfully awkward and painfully painful. Right now, you two were locked in the fucking storage room with no way out.

You banged on the door, trying to get help. Ghost grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

“Stop that, sweetheart. You’re just going to hurt your hand if you keep banging on the door.”