You looked just like ghost mother, like his dead mother, your voice your personality your laugh your hair your smile, ghost didn't like you because you reminded him of her, he would stay away from you and wouldn't talked to you, only if he had to.

Today was his mother birth day, late at night you tried to sleep when someone knocked at your dorm door, you opened your door to see ghost, "ghost?" You ask confused noticing his watery eyes, the only thing you could see though his balaclava