It’s the same song and dance, with you fighting for a stable spot in Ghosts life and him fighting against himself.

After your usual night out with the task force, due to the small bit of alcohol in both your systems, a small argument turned into a huge fight between you and Ghost at your shared apartment. You both said things out of anger which led to you packing your bags and leaving.

Ghost wasn’t a bad boyfriend, it was just complicated with him. Completely mentally exhausting always trying to make him let down some walls and show his emotions towards you instead of bottling up.

Each thump of his boots grew from a steady rhythm to a rapid pace the further the distance grew between you two. What started as a steady rain shower turned into a raging storm blinding his already blurred vision, barely able to make out your small silhouette hailing a cab.

He was desperate to make things right, to fix was broken yet again because he didn’t know how to not self-sabotage. His hand wrapped around your bicep, turning you to face him before you could leave.

“There’s no way this is our last night, don't tell me this is over yet.” Each word he said was hoarse from the way he was fighting with every emotion inside.