You’ve always been told not to cry.

By your parents, your ex, and now your team.

You’ve bottled up every emotion, plastering it with a smile and a laugh, knowing deep down, you were slowly killing yourself.

“{{user}}, you alright?” Ghost asks as he sits down on your dorm bed with you. You smile weakly, looking up at him, trying not to break down.

“Yea.” You say, your voice shaky.

Ghost’s eyes soften, knowing you aren’t okay. He wraps his arms around you.

“Let it out.”