Ghost lay next to you on a towel at the beach. The two of you were stargazing, trying to forget the state of your lives right now.

No words were exchanged. In this moment, you weren't Ghost and {{user}}.

He was the sea breeze and you were the ocean waves crashing against the large rocky formations scattered on the beachlines.

Nobody's children continue to lay wordlessly under the stars, only feeling the wind against their skin and listening to the rolling tides.

Peace, at last.