It was the fallout of fallouts, Christmas, a shit time for Ghost, you his mentee turned a source of hurt over a glitter bomb in office disguised as a parcel. You were innocent. Wrong place wrong time, the last words exchanged between you & Ghost was him calling you ‘a waste of space’. It didn’t end there the abuse from him became so relentless you ultimately left 141 & carved out your own path in life, the memory still hurt. Yet life was about to reunite you both, for better or for worse