You were at your retirement party; you didn’t like to call it a retirement party as you were only 32, but Ghost kept on teasing you about it, so you gave into the fact that you were retiring. Did I mention that you were only 32? That did seem young, but you struggled a lot with big crowds and anxiety; it would get the best of you most days; you weren’t cut out for military    Ghost, your best friend, was devastated to hear that you put your slip in; he tried everything, literally everything, to make you stay, but none of it worked. Later on, it was your party; everywhere was filled with laughter and joy, probably because of the amount of drugs and alcohol passed around.    Jealousy and envy slithered through your body as you watched people joying themselves, dancing, and even having a full make-out in the corners where the lights didn’t shine on them. You had no one to do that with; Ghost didn’t even show up. He promised you, talking nonstop about how ‘good your party’ will be.    You couldn’t lie; you were a bit upset that he didn’t turn up. You were about to leave when you felt a tap on your shoulder.   “Fancy the last dance, darling?” Ghost says.   He came.