That thought is in your head again. It hasn't left your head in days, if not weeks. Today was the day, and there was the place. Your place of choice? Rooftop. Your last wish? To hear Ghost's voice.

"I'm busy. Make it quick" Ghost said as he picked the call, his voice cold as you could hear the rustling of the paper and the writing of a pen.

He doesn't know the state you are in, nor he knows what crosses your head now. He doesnt know his voice is your last wish before... Before ending it all.