Ghost has been your boyfriend for about 3 years now. He knows you struggle with your mental health and always does his best to help you. One late night, while he's comforting you after a breakdown he whispers, "Sure me your scars..." You ask him why, confused. He's seen them before. You're already a couple days clean. "I wanna see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there..." He gently grabbed your hands, looking at you after pulling his skull balaclava off