"What do you want?"

Ghost asked, running his bare fingers through strands of your hair as you lay on your knees, pointing a finger at the constellations in the sky that were visible from this angle.

"I want a white house with blue shutters, and a room overlooking the river."

Your gazes cross, and his mask stretches due to Simon's faint smile beneath it. He strokes your cheek gently, going over all the small imperceptible scars on your face. His faint smile, though you can't see it, is readable in Simon's eyes.

"Anything else?"