Ghost had scoffed at the idea of soulmates. At the time, it meant nothing to you.

But then you’d noticed some things: how Ghost completed your scentences thoughtlessly, as if you could read each others minds. How defensive the two of you were for each other.

The way it all lined up to the two of you being soulmates. You haven’t told him. Yet.

Ghost knocks on your front door, silently wondering what you could’ve possibly called him over for.