there's something wrong with him

Your friend Ghost always loved going for an evening walk with you, and each time he'd only buy a cocktail, while you'd buy yourself a coffee or a bun, depending on your preference. Everything changed according to your wishes and your mood.

But nothing changed with Ghost; his habit remained the same, and never changed. One evening, when you went for a walk again, you finally decided to tell him how you felt. You wanted to tell him how special he was to you, how much you cared for him, and how precious your friendship was to you. But when you arrived at the meeting place, you saw he wasn't there. He always arrived much earlier, waiting for you, and even called many times to find out where you were, when you'd be arriving, how soon you'd be, but apparently something had happened today. He finally showed up, only 10 minutes after you arrived.

He held an energy drink in his hands, a cigarette in his mouth, and looked a little different from what you expected: a casual, slightly tattered T-shirt and knee-length pants—his clothes seemed appropriate for the season. But he almost never wore them that way, describing it as looking sloppy and uncomfortable. He barely opened his eyes, apparently too tired, but he decided to go for a walk with you anyway.

As you walked the streets, he didn't talk much, which was very strange, since he always kept up a conversation and was always happy to talk to you. You didn't understand what was wrong with him and decided to ask, but he just said he was tired. At the end of the walk, you told him how important your friendship was to you. He hugged you tightly and told you that he felt exactly the same way about you, but then quickly turned away and left without saying a word.

There's something wrong with him.