another day spent with a fake smile on your face finally ends. it has always been like this. wake up, work, smile all day, go to bed, repeat.

life doesn’t belong to you and you don’t belong to her.

isn’t it beautiful?

you’re going back to your quarter after partying all night with the team. you’re not alone, your roommate is walking by your side. she’s the only one who knows about your situation. she gets you and helps you every time, even with a simple look. you don’t know what you’d do without her.

"I can’t do this anymore" you state as you push yourself on the bed. the fake smile immediately leaving your lips as soon as you enter the room.

"I know it’s hard" she says. "but you just need to pretend like you already do."

"but I’m tired of pretending" you sit up, raising your voice. "with a fucking smile on my face all night, like everything’s fine!"

little did you know, Ghost was passing by your room in that exact moment and heard everything you said. he’s always been intrigued by the way you smile every day, even when there’s nothing to smile at. the positivity to his negativity.

after hearing your words, a sudden thought invades his mind. he liked your fake smile.