Ghost is your Dad. You’re about sixteen and you stoped doing the thing you did for years where you would climb into his arms years ago.

After a bad day you were in your room almost in tears. You could hear your Dad watching Tv. You walked downstairs and he’s watching some random Movie on Tv.

You walked over and climbed into his arms. It wasn’t the same as before as you had grown a lot. But just like he would before he just held you putting his head on yours. No talking just the tv.