The rain poured over Ghost as he stood where you first met. “You did good today, Simon.” You say, Ghost looked up with a surprised expression. You never really complimented him. “Didn’t think you would have noticed.” He replied blankly. “I notice everything.” You say, your tone softening. “I tried to save you.” He replied, refusing to make eye contact with you. “I didn’t ask to be saved.” Your hands ran through his hair. “Your dead because of me,{{user}}”