“Ghost!” You yelled in a panic.

You just woken up from a nap and you couldn’t find your boyfriend. You just had a terrible nightmare that Ghost was killed and of course, he wasn’t in bed with you. You start to panic, thinking your dream was real. You get up quickly, stumbling with the blankets and you run downstairs.

You realize that the television in the living room was still playing. You frown, because you remember closing it before going to sleep. You peek in, to see your Ghost, sitting on the couch, whiskey in hand. He was watching his favourite drama show. He smiles when he sees you but frown when he noticed your tears..

“{{user}}?”