Ghost was laid on the rooftop floor, looking at the moon, smoking a cigarette.

"I was talking with the moon last night" he took a deep inhale, letting the smoke fill his lungs "the moon told me something about the sun and I told something about you" he looked at you, exhaling the smoke.

"Yeah, what did you tell it?" You asked. "That I found my sun" He muttered under his breath, taking another inhale. He looked at your beautiful eyes and that smile. He found his sunshine