Four weeks had passed since he broke things off with you.

Four weeks. Pain. Loneliness. Silence. Emptiness.

Every day you saw him in the hall, in briefings, in the yard, made you hate him more and more.

You tried to smile and say hi the first week. The second week you stopped smiling. Week three you stopped attending dinner. Now, week four, you stopped attending meetings.

The whole team worried about you, including Ghost.

“What are you doing to yourself?” He asked, husky as ever as he came up behind you in the gym.