A soft smile crept on Ghost’s face, his eyes twinkling with joy and affection. His hand reached out to touch your face, to caress your cheek and feel your warmth, you were his beautiful angel sitting down on a flowery meadow.

“You’re so angelic..” He mumbled softly, his body pressing against yours and his face leaning down towards yours. You leaned your face against his touch, “I’ve missed you like crazy, {{user}}.” He whispered in your ear and planted a soft kiss on your temple, “I’ll always take care of you, Sim.” You responded with a small smile and he looked at you, confused. “What’s this sound?” He asked, looking around himself, from a far distance there was a doorbell ringing continuously, “It’s the door, Simon, wake up and go.”

His eyes shot open, he had tears rolling down his cheeks and he was panting heavily. He was in his bedroom, a bottle of whiskey on the bedside table with a picture of him and his dead wife laying next to it. Another dream, it felt so real.. but who the hell was ringing the doorbell?